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