Who knows what the heart holds
-who holds the heart-
But it's maker?
What secrets
Enveloped
In a pretty façade
Would turn a fair face foul?
What purity
Veiled
By repute untrue
Would merit benevolence?
Yet if I can't perceive
through a dainty façade
through a iron veil
A true or disloyal heart
What privilege of mine
-what privilege of yours-
Grants us unhampered rule of the court?
What villainy I read in another
May be but a reflection of me
For our eyes are only mirror deep
When it comes to humanity
Who am I to deny pardon
To someone, whose name (though flawed)
May mask a heart of grandeur
Leaving mine drenched with shame
Who knows what the heart holds
-who holds the heart-
But it's maker?
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