You broke my heart into a million pieces
With a blunt pick axe that never ceases
Like a stuck record jumps it’s groove
To repeat the blow to somehow prove
That you hold my heart for all our time
So I’m yours forever, what was my crime

The blow feels hard each time it falls
Each day goes by it’s meeting calls
It hits when I think of you and ill prepared
Please from this torment let me be spared
The only hope is for you to see
Our fate together we should be

I’m told that time will sort this out
My heart will hear another shout
I hear it all it’s Wisdom’s case
But I can’t give what’s held in place
You hold my red bit good and proper
Will I ever love another

zahida