Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.
There Must Be An Angel (Playing with My Heart) — Eurythmics
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
Secret Heart — Feist
Piece of My Heart — Janis Joplin
The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
Bitter Heart — Zee Avi
A gentle heart is tied with an easy thread.