I’ve known the truth since I was young,
But rarely do I say it:
Nor do I yet, with thought or glance
So much as half-betray it
I’ve known the truth since I was young,
Gainsaying it’s just lying —
That love’s not made for ugly boys,
Nor anything
But dying
To share is human:
Sad!
For whatever it’s worth, I’ve always thought that you were quite a nice looking man.