Author Dorothy Parker Once, when I was young and true, Someone left me sad—Broke my brittle heart in two; And that is very bad.Love is for unlucky folk, Love is but a curse.Once there was a heart I broke; And that, I think, is worse. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments