Oh, I'd been better dying, <br />Oh, I was slow and sad; <br />A fool I was, a-crying <br />About a cruel lad! <br /> <br />But there was one that found me, <br />That wept to see me weep, <br />And had his arm around me, <br />And gave me words to keep. <br /> <br />And I'd be better dying, <br />And I am slow and sad; <br />A fool I am, a-crying <br />About a tender lad!<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trusting-heart/
