Em
Were broken hearts but two a penny
I'd buy one off my darling Emmmy
And bandage it as best I could
With mine in splints of fresh cut wood
But half a heart is apt to bleed
And bleeding hearts are more in need
Of stitching up before they heal.
So let us laugh before I kneel
And seeek to bond within our souls
The inheritage in our own gene bowls
And in the fashion of your essay
Be open, honest and kind. No hearsay
Threatens this our friendship young yet
We've learned to live with love's regret
And any anguish that we harbour
May melt should we discover ardour.