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
A heart is still a heart, it must be said With care and tender love it should be fed made my day!
Love sonnetts. You do them justice, as in all your writtings.
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.