You Played With My Heart Poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr

From the day we met, you played a game
And now my heart will never be the same
You played before and knew how to win
My heart was played like a fine violin

You had me saying yes to anything
Love poems I'd write and songs I'd sing
Showed me off like a prize to your friends
My heartache begins where your charade ends

I'm a man but you treated me like a boy
To you my heart was nothing but a toy
To be played with till you grew tired
Now from my pain this poem is inspired