altaira hatton Poems
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I think my heart must be a bone,
for a while it's strength I have not known,
the break was clean but the mend slow,
and I am limping as I go.
So today I'll offer it once more,
please snap it where you did before.
This time I won't hide and cry,
I'll love and love, and try and try.
And when it's healed up strong and true,
well, then I'll be through with you.