The Mind
I have heard the whispers in their ears, "Well, do you know?", "Are you both might-have-beens?"
I've seen the notes that, flitting forth, only fall to the floor again
And I have read, and I have heard,
But I was none of it to see
Yet I have seen, I've known the word
That "Love", 'twas never meant for me
The gossip speaks in hollow tongues
Concerning anyone
The gossip spreads like drops of blood
Inside the street-strewn mud
Ah, I have seen the couples, arm in arm
And I have seen the fools' tongues entwined
And I have known that somber, empty harm
That comes with indecision, tears, and sighs
But I will never know
Love's raging rivers' flow
For I would ne'er desire
To leave its mental mire
Though rain that falls
On the window pane
Is beauty, still, to me
I think of none
And hope none thinks of me
For I love none
And see the truth
That love is naught but fading youth
And I love none
For love is but the mind
Betraying all the tears I'll never find
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