Emily Pardon my enthusiasm. Emily If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain. In the ice or in the sun it's all the same. And I feel my heart is aching, though it doesn't beat it's breaking. Yet the pain here that I feel...try and tell me it's not real. And I know that I am dead. It seems that I still have some tears to shed. Emily Or perhaps he does belong with her, Little Miss Living, with her rosy cheeks and beating heart.