Literature
Heartbreak
Broken hearts do not quickly mend for the forlorn maiden
Whose tears you made shed
Dear love, dear love
Thou have cut me so deep, but I cut you first
And still I weep
And upon my grave they will lay flowers
For my tears have bled me dry, and left me to die
And twas a mistake, twas heartbreak
That beckoned me to this cold hole
Twas heartbreak, that killed my young soul