Weep for this heart,
this broken heart,
this gift given
in total trust.
This give given
openly and honestly,
for all it was
and what it was.
The dream of so many,
forsaken for what?
Break this heart,
this beautiful heart,
this treasure,
this thing of glass,
so hard and strong and true,
but not impervious to
stones of misdeed.
Break the trust,
break the bond,
break the heart,
and I told she new,
it was not my heart
she broke,
but my trust,
and that is what
broke my heart,
this heart of glass.
This honest man,
with a honest love,
how could I have
been so wrong?
