In May my heart was breaking- <br /> Oh, wide the wound, and deep! <br />And bitter it beat at waking, <br /> And sore it split in sleep. <br /> <br />And when it came November, <br /> I sought my heart, and sighed, <br />"Poor thing, do you remember?" <br /> "What heart was that?" it cried.<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-valentine/
