I am worn out
with the effort of trying to love
people
and not succeeding.
Now I’ve made up my mind
I love nobody, I am going to love nobody,
I’m not going to tell any lies about it
and it’s final.
If there’s a man here and there, or a woman
whom I can really like,
that’s quite enough for me.
And if by a miracle a woman happened to come
along
who wanned the cockles of my heart
I’d rejoice over the woman and the wanned cockles of my
heart
so long as it didn’t all fizzle out in
talk.