Let me tell you the heart that really aches:
The heart that loves,
The one that cares,
The one that fears
That it may break someday and beyond mere tears
The good heart of a saint…
What makes it breathe as crooked and bent
Like the wind through ocean vents?
What makes it skip a beat and pace
Like raindrops on my shelter’s crest?
Let me tell you the heart that’s not sweet but sour:
The heart that’s with power
To love and share desire
But it’s the same that will mourn
Oh, faithful one ignited by fire
The heart of a good woman,
The heart of a forgiver;
These still be the ones deprived rest and liver
The heart of a humble servant…
Who shall serve it love and revive?
Let me tell you the heart that hurts the most:
The heart that condones