Home Page My Love Poems Biography Bookstore Privacy Policy Bookmark This Site	Poor Heart I am a very poor man in matters of the heart. I have met wonderful women but we always seem to part. I have spent every dime, every ounce of strength, to find happiness in a relationship of length. All I have ever received for my great strain is a lonely soul filled with pain. Not once in my life has a relationship last longer than it takes for a season to pass. Each time it comes close to that hour, it always seems my love begins to sour. If it is me or her... or both of us. I do not know what makes it bust. Each season that passes I get poorer still, sliding down even further that slippery hill. What that leaves me is broke and alone. No place to be, nowhere to call home.

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