Your words seem to have come out of my own poor heart.

My poor heart would have to regenerate again, I realized.

He, perhaps, will be more able to describe to you, nearly at least, the torturing state of my poor heart & soul.

Why, dear child, what has made your poor little heart so sad?

Oh, my poor heart, what does he want him for?

I know how you broke my poor Paul's heart, shattered it until there was nothing left for him to feel.

I'll bet you came all the way down here from Atlanta just to break my poor heart!

But it is a poor heart that fears the storm.

Only two sorrows in your poor heart, and one of them a fond husband!

Seeing her will do good to your poor heart.