Never the same...

                       I'll sear your palm with an eternal scar
so all the canny Cassandras will whisper
"Ah!  There goes one of he lost!
he has been visited by a vagrant solitairesinging a moonlight sonatahe has been wheedled by a will-o'-the-wispfrom the midnight moorshe has been kissed by a flickering fireflybrushed by the touch of a wild gypsy spell
he has heard the cry of the loon

…he has been loved"

(Venus Trines at Midnight by Linda Goodman)