She must have
The largest heart
For I have been pouring into it liters of love
As of four years now
And it still has not been filled.
Is that it?

Or has she no heart at all?
Perhaps I'm pouring my love aimlessly into her blood
But blood flows to her feet, blood moves through her mind
She does not show it.
Could she be bloodless? All pale and porcelain?

No, I think her heart
Must be filled with holes.
Through which the love I pour,
Stems through.

If she'd just let me in...
Maybe I could mend it.
And if I fail,
I'd like my love back, please.