The only one

He carved me a wooden heart
To lay upon my breast
So he could pretend, if only once,
That something beat within my chest
But as the years passed by
The wood splintered and grew old
All the love he had for me
Was truly just as cold
The heart that he did carve for me
Was his, no other man's
But all the love he had for me-
It splintered in my hands