So the poets say,
To truly live, half your heart must beat in another's chest
To live good, you must have both halves of your heart close
Should that be the heaven of the living
The inferno of the live soul must be to have half a heart
Eternally searching for the other

Yet no, I should say,
One will not burn from what one's never felt
For has one only ever had half a heart
He should not miss the other
The inferno of the live soul must be to lose half a heart
For then the flames must be exile

Yet I say,
To truly live, you must lose half your heart
To live good, half a heart must be to you enough
For then your heaven must be exile
The inferno of the live soul must be for your heart to be in another
Condemned to never beat for you