Tears and despair,
She wore on her face.
Softly she whispered
In a tone of lost hope.
She gave to me
Her broken heart
Dropping the pieces
Gently in my hands.
Asking me,
"Heart Mender,
Your my last chance,
In all my dispair.
I've tried, Heart Mender.
This heart is so broken,
All these little pieces,
Just won't stay together anymore.
Please, Heart mender,
Work your magic for me
If not, I will no longer be.
Oh Heart Mender,
My time is drawing near.
Mend my heart,
And make it new".
I looked at these pieces,
And broken they were.
All cracked and worn
From crushed hopes and dreams.
It saddened me
To see this woman cry.
I imagined
All the hurt she survived.
I said to her,
"Broken hearts are meant to be;
It makes the heart grow strong.
They may be burdened
With breaks and cracks,
Which teach the soul
Compassion and love.
So don't be weary.
I'll grace them with my own tears,
Which will mend them together
And last you for years".
As her heart sealed,
And started to glow,
The woman’s worries
Were there no more.
I handed to her
A new shiny heart that gleamed
For it was filled
With new hopes and dreams.
She smiled.
"Oh, how long it has been
To have love once again."

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