• One day I found a broken heart.
    It was lying on the ground
    In the dirt, rubble, and trash -
    Pierced and bleeding with a silver dart

    I stared at that heart and wondered
    Who had taken this heart,
    Cared for it, loved it, held it,
    Only to take it and tear it asunder?

    Tears weld in my eyes, burning
    As I watched that heart beat
    Futilely, desperately, trying to go on
    Despite its wound, despite its hurting.

    That heart is a fighter, I said.
    Even with a wound so grievous
    It beats, struggles to live on.
    It will not be taken and beaten by the dead.

    The tears fell down my cheek.
    A small river on my face.
    That heart is like mine;
    Small, fragile, innocent and meek

    Tears dripping, I took a step
    And another towards the shattered
    Soul left on the ground and stop.
    Remembering promises left unkept.

    I too was left broken.
    Unable to feel the time slide by.
    But my heart had stopped beating.
    It was stomped on like a lost token.

    My cold heart laid like a lump
    Unfeeling, uncaring, and all alone.
    Why open yourself to pain?
    Why allow yourself to be thrown in a dump?

    But looking at that heart, mine thawed
    Slowly beating, feeling anew.
    My heart resonated with the other
    And suddenly something new had dawned.

    I knelt on one knee, and took that heart
    And nestled it against my own.
    Gently caressing, healing our pain
    Knowing forever we will never part.

    Healed and new, always together
    Beating as one, loud and strong.
    No pain, no doubt, or struggle.
    We walk together, free and unfettered.