Interlude





 

What is this heart I feel

That tremors against my chest,

And when I breathe in too deep

It burns a hole within?

 

What is this heart, tell me,

That bleeds even at peace,

And when its love is spurned

Is shred to nothing but pain?

 

This heart, my dear, is a blessing

To those who love and are loved.

But this heart, my dear, is a curse

To those alone and loveless.