"Isn't it romantic?
Merely to be young on such a night as this?
Isn't it romantic?
Every note that's sung is like a lover's kiss
Sweet symbols in the moonlight
Do you mean that I will fall in love perchance?"
-Isn't It Romantic, Ella Fitzgerald

Isn't it funny?
Isn't it funny how I was meant to sting you?
Yet here I am,
doing the opposite way with my words and imprecations.
That,
instead of breaking,
I am mending you with golden pieces.
That,
instead of adding injury to your wounds,
I will bandage it with a planted kiss and a healing ointment.