The Heart to Love

My broken heart,

It's been torn apart,

Been crushed by stones,

And has had broken bones.

An arrow hit,

That 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 sleave.

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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