What doth a heart do but love
Yet when that heart doth love more than one
Doth that heart not betray ye
Doth it not cause ye pain instead of joy
Yet we ask our hearts to love more than one
To love our family, our friends
In good times and bad
Thru pain and despair we ask it to love
Doth we not ask it for more that it is capable of?
Doth we betray ourselves in the asking?
Or do we portray the ultimate hypocrite
On every day of our very lives?
