Cynics in love

I am not convinced that Ishould have found Dorothy Parker a nice person to know, should I have been fortunate enough to be in that position. So how come her cynical poetry can (at times) be so strangely comforting.

Unfortunate coincidence
By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.

Dorothy Parker