Love looked admiringly at Love. Reflected back a vain perfection. She asked: How deep, how far, can I go? Then fell for her own image. Fresh from her preenings, Love took notes. Compared. Contrasted. Dreamed of the tall, the dark, The Happy-Ever-After. Then joined the dots to conquer all. On the way to Happiness, Love went blind, Lost her way, And settled for the dead-end instead.