Who can train a heart? Not you, My Love, and not I.
If I could train this poor heart, I wouldn't just sit here and cry.
Who can order the halt to a warmth that flows through the soul
Because of your voice in my ear or your laugh that rumbles and rolls?
Who can conquer a wish when the dearest of hopes lies quite bare?
I look at your face and I yearn as I mutely refrain and despair.
Who can train a heart? Not this lady, Sir. It's no lie.
Although you may never know, I'll love you 'til the day that I die.
I have often wished I could train my heart to avoid being hurt, but as I have lived through my torments, and healed my heart--though I have many scars--I find that I grew in ways I would not have imagined possible through the healing process... I, also, have a love in my heart that may never be known to him- but will stay with me until the day I die... this piece struck a nerve...