Has anyone seen my heart

Has anyone seen my heart? 

perhaps you, perhaps you, 

but nobody has felt the agony of my heart 

it's been broken, bleeding, crestfallen 

and lifeless 

Has anybody seen my soul?

perhaps you, perhaps you, 

but nobody has felt the deeper pain inside 

it's been lost, languid, lacerated, and devoid 

Has anyone seen my love?

perhaps you, perhaps you, 

but nobody has seen my love 

it's been separated from the Love itself 

Has anyone known love? 

perhaps you, perhaps you, 

but nobody has felt the love inside 

it's been gone, sighing in woe betide . . .