Why doesn't my heart break?
Why doesn't my heart break? As vase a thousand pieces doth cumbered Why does it bleed but not die? As fields left cold and lifeless in slumber. Doesn't it grant death to life too long? As wind that cometh but not doth stay And letters, aren't they strong (and stay) ? As searing though as life's arrays. Why doesn't my heart break? A thousand pictures mend shall thee through sullen cries of wishwood pines; Why does it bleed but not die? A thousand times that scythe should flee and flourish thou the songs that rhyme.