You wouldn't want me to explain The thoughts that live inside my brain And anyway, you can't believe That I'm really this naive That after all the things I've seen The cruel, the vain, and the obscene: Bodies below, and bombs above And still the word I use is Love Love? You laugh. I knew you would And really now, of course you should Think -- even the very rhyme I've used above is old as time And the thought that I express Is old, too old, that I confess But so ancient is this truth It can be said only by youth