Broken Heart (Sonnet)

I found a broken heart the other day So torn it was, it took my breath away The noise it made was palest ever pink It’s beating just as but the weakest blink I wondered who once owned this precious thing Was it by pauper, poet, or by King - No matter, for it’s all the same I deem Whoever that poor owner might have been For poverty or wealth bears no effect Upon this broken heart with its defect - A heart is still a heart, it must be said With care and tender love it should be fed I rescued it and held it to my breast That it may lie content and be at rest