Who is that said:

"The unknown heart bled
Great undiscovered droplets
Of unexplored red
That trickled and poured
From a soul unadoured
Within simply one other
Until it was empty and dead."

To him or to her I say:

"Perhaps it can be
But never will I
Concede such defeat
So much do I hold
Awaiting release
Destined so purely
In a love so complete."