They say a heart should beat for two
and yet I think that should strain so –
that sinewy mess of red and blue,
a corpse, no more than a John Doe.
They say to search for a soul mate
but loneliness has never struck.
A price I never paid to Fate,
not in the worst hour of my luck.
They say to keep love unseen,
cherished til the point of breaking,
else one becomes a dead machine,
unable to feel the aching.
They say love is blind, love is true,
and love is nothing without you,
this much I was convinced I knew –
but my heart cannot beat for two.