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.