The Man With the Broken Hearts

I knew a man

who collected broken hearts,

mostly his own,

of equal parts, 

tragedy and grief.

But he was brave,

and kind

and forthright too.

He'd give his last dollar,

to you.

But when it came,

to matters of love,

he needed guidance,

from above,

because he always

made bad choices.

Pretty faces turned his head,

and more than once,

led him to sleep in the bed,

he had made for 

himself.

Until the day,

his heart gave out,

and he not longer went about,

looking for true love.

And wouldn't you know it,

when he stopped,

that's when his bad luck

seemed to pop,

and he finally met

the right one.

His broken hearts are things

of the past,

he's found a love that 

will last,

and we're all 

very happy

for him.

He found a dog,

a noble breed,

who loves him dearly,

yes, indeed,

even if he isn't

pedigreed.

Because love,

you see,

is all you

need.

It's all any

of us

need.