The Broken Heart He is stark mad, whoever says, That he hath been in love an hour, Yet not that love so soon decays, But that it can ten in less space devour ; Who will believe me, if I swear That I have had the plague a year? Who would not laugh at me, if I should say I saw a flash of powder burn a day? Ah, what a trifle is a heart, If once into love's hands it come ! All other griefs allow a part To other griefs, and ask themselves but some ; They come to us, but us love draws ; He swallows us and never chaws ; By him, as by chain'd shot, whole ranks do die ; He is the tyrant pike, our hearts the fry. If 'twere not so, what did become Of my heart when I first saw thee? I brought a heart into the room, But from the room I carried none with me. If it had gone to thee, I know Mine would have taught thine heart to show More pity unto me ; but Love, alas ! At one first blow did shiver it as glass. Yet nothing can to nothing fall, Nor any place be empty quite ; Therefore I think my breast hath all Those pieces still, though they be not unite ; And now, as broken glasses show A hundred lesser faces, so My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, But after one such love, can love no more.
The poem "Broken Heart", written by "John Donne" is just outstanding. Anyway, you could mention the original poet's name.
The Broken Heart He came back home... He looked in every room... He was searching for her, But she wasn't there. She was in the airport To receive him... He felt sad; He missed her a lot. He remembered her promise to him: "I won't go out until you come back." "My feet won't walk without accompanying you." "My eyes will not see anyone except yours." "My senses will not feel anything but your presence." He was thinking along.... Suddenly, she woke up and found out That she was still in the same place... Beside his grave. She still brings the same bunch of red flowers, Which he used to like the most. She couldn't believe that it had been three years since the airplane crash happened.