I met a young man walking
(His face was so downcast!).
It seemed he had a broken heart,
I stopped him as he passed.
I asked him, “Son, who broke your heart?
Your hurt, please tell me of.”
A wan smile flicked across his face,
“Sir, I’m ta’en by too much love.
“When I was young, my parents loved
me dear, and I loved them.
But as I grew, more folk I knew,
From thence my problems stem.
“Each person that I loved loved me
With all that they could give.
But I, alas, have but one heart,
Whose breaking I forgive.
“I would to each give my whole heart,
But, see, I’ve only one,
And so I broke it all apart,
A piece for everyone.
“So now I walk, as sad as rain,
But blessed beyond all thought.
For I was loved so much by all…
I gladly broke my heart.”
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