“You Ripped My Love Into Shreds”



How delicate is the heart of a man

It throbs gently at every beat

Yet it bears the burden of the man

From the things he loves best

And the things he loathes so dreadful



Of the things he loves best was the love

Of the one he loves so dearly

Her sight twinges a cord in his heart

Vibrating in his soul as fountain drips

Her voice reels echoes of passion in his heart



She welcomes his homecomings with

A blossom beauty and warmest cuddling

Absorbing into his heart in adorable abundance

So immense, he could hear his heart throbs

Oh! What burdens the heart bears even in love



So, what burden bears the heart in love?

It ponders in jealous on the one in loves

It shirks from believing that this is real

It hears the unspoken words from her

And above all, she’s the treasure in the heart.



But of the things the heart loathes most,

Are the thought of broken love torn asunder

By an invisible hand of pretty frail nerve

He can almost hear himself howling

“You ripped my love into shreds.”



The heart of man is so delicate

Soft and tender yet doth hurt

It throbs gently as the ticking clock

It tears and bleeds when hurt

Yet it is a reservoir of a woman’s love