A Very Short Song

(not all at great but i love the way it ends...poets can do wonders even in 2 sentences)

 Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.

-Dorothy Parker