*nods* he must be

*frowns, murmering* usually when someone lights a building on fire, they are the first to leave

Well, if my heart must break,
Dear love, for your sake,
It will break in music, I know,
Poets' hearts break so.

But strange that I was not told
That the brain can hold
In a tiny ivory cell
God's heaven and hell.

~~ Oscar Wilde