I loved but once, yet twice I lose my love! — Edmond Rostand

No, In fairy tales

When to the ill-starred Prince the lady says

"I love you!" all his ugliness fades fast —

But I remain the same, up to the last!

You blessed my life!

Never on me had rested woman's love.

My mother even could not find me fair:

I had no sister; and, when grown a man,

I feared the mistress who would mock at me.

But I have had your friendship — grace to you

A woman's charm has passed across my path.

You strip from me the laurel and the rose!

Take all! Despite you there is yet one thing

I hold against you all, and when, tonight,

I enter Christ's fair courts, and, lowly bowed,

Sweep with doffed casque the heavens' threshold blue,

One thing is left, that, void of stain or smutch,

I bear away despite you …

My panache.