I found a broken heart the other day
So torn it was, it took my breath away
The noise it made was palest ever pink
It’s beating just as but the weakest blink
I wondered who once owned this precious thing
Was it by pauper, poet, or by King -
No matter, for it’s all the same I deem
Whoever that poor owner might have been
For poverty or wealth bears no effect
Upon this broken heart with its defect -
A heart is still a heart, it must be said
With care and tender love it should be fed
I rescued it and held it to my breast
That it may lie content and be at rest
The heart was lucky you found it. And in reading your poem, so are we.
What a beautiful poem and gesture. You would do a charitable and tender thing like that. It is truly a sad and sweet poem al in one, . So well written and touching that you can feel the broken rhythm of the unfortunate heart.
With care and tender love it should be fed Every heart needs that love. You really rescued a heart. Thank you.
Val-today is my 89 birthday and I shall indulge myself with more of your excellant offerings, this one included. I love your sonnets
A lovely sympathetic poem for a broken heart. So good to rescue and held in the breast..... moved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sonnet to break any heart Val. Your little songs go undiminished.