If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.
Do we mean love, when we say love?
Words fail, there are times when even they fail.
Imagination at wit's end spreads its sad wings.
And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming.