The Trusting Heart Poem by Dorothy Parker
The Trusting Heart
Oh, I'd been better dying,
Oh, I was slow and sad;
A fool I was, a-crying
About a cruel lad!
But there was one that found me,
That wept to see me weep,
And had his arm around me,
And gave me words to keep.
And I'd be better dying,
And I am slow and sad;
A fool I am, a-crying
About a tender lad!
A sweet friendly poem. living in isolation is difficult everyone needs a tender loving heart. Beautiful poem.
Heart that doesn't burst when in thirst for most needed love in thrusting heart, never knows what humanity is. Excellent thinking. X
Hear that doesn't burst when in thirst for most needed love in thrusting heart, never knows what humanity is. Excellent thinking. X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/2/2024 7:24:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yep. The cycle of love. Meet- -fall in love- -heart breaks- -cry- -meet- -fall in love- - heart breaks- - cry- - and so on and on and on