Whole Heart

 

How far must the run be, to escape love’s cold hand?

I’ve suffered a broken heart

Yet a crushed heart to instant death

I gladly would have claimed

 

The determination of a love’s unstable matter

Released by the broken heart,

Will either mend itself back together

Or pull itself farther apart

 

Great is the heart that is mended

Unlucky the heart that drifts away

Slowly tortured—left for dead

As if in a tornado’s wake

 

But be watchful of the mended heart

Although the outer looks to have no change

The magnitude that it has suffered,

Would not permit it to function the same

 

The pain of a broken heart leaves the beckon cries for death

Yet is only granted torture, that comes from the open arms of

Hell

 

To mend a broken heart, the task is far and great as a river

Raging long

 

Now I have succumbed to what the wise men of old had told

To never fall in love, is the sacrifice that keeps the heart a

Whole

 From the book” Writers of Words