So many poets write about their despair Of not being loved back
"I'm so sad", they say
But at least they know what love is,
But at least they know what love is, They've experienced the feeling
They've been caring,
They've been caring, And giving.
Do they know what I´d give
To love like they do...
"I'm heartbroken", they add
But do they know what it is
But do they know what it is Not to have a heart that could be broken?