I do not believe in love,
    Nor in starry messengers;
and I do not believe I will ever
    be in love,
because love is for the old.

And truly, I admit, I am
      old.

Old fashioned, world weary--
The young want the moon, and the stars,
   And for love to be writ in the sky--

And though I know I am
  deserving of love,
I know I am too ****** to
    love
     the way
      the young do.