For who, in truth, would want this damaged Heart?
That gives and gives expecting no return,
Time and again I let it crash and burn,
Thrown back at me abused and torn apart,
I ask again, who’d want this damaged Heart?
This bruiséd thing in which such passions churn
Desires, intense desires and Lovings yearn,
Is there an Angel, Goddess, woman born
Who’d care a whit for this sad, wretched thing?
A Paragon who’d be of such a mind
that other suitors hearts would be forsworn
‘haps once united these two Hearts would sing
Eternally of their sweet true Love’s bind?
Words: Martin G. King
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