The Heart to Love

My broken heart,

It's been torn apart,

Been crushed by stones,

And broken bones.

An arrow hit,

The Cupid picked,

For my heart,

To love a star.

He loved me,

And made me believe,

For a second chance,

So I took it by the sleeve.

I forgot all the scares,

And bandages tied on.

When Cupid's arrows,

Strike hearts,

Love blooms,

Life starts.

The heart glows,

And love shows,

On every face that dares to show.

Love forever,

Don't regret,

You'll remember.

The End

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