Piece of Heart
Copyright 2004 Mary Bertke
I cannot love you, heart and soul, I tell you, as I live,
I cannot give my heart to you – it isn’t mine to give
It wasn’t stolen, wasn’t bartered, wasn’t bought and wasn’t sold
I admit I gave it freely – I was just fourteen years old
Just a little piece of heart that I gave to him
Just a piece of soul that I may never see again
I thought that I could take it back, but here’s the bitter pill:
He never gave a piece of his – and I love against my will
How can love, once given, without a piece of love returned
Be complete and trusting – with passion truly burn?
I may love too easily, too quickly show my heart
I give my secrets freely and it may tear me apart.
Note: No, I'm not really that depressed. This song almost didn't get completed except that I ran across the tune that came with the original idea. It's a fine old torch song.