Does a heart ever truly heal?
From when one’s love they do steal?
Battered and broken;
Torn asunder, ripped apart
Stitched and tatty, right from the start
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Does it still beat?
Do you fear it will be obsolete?
For hearts can’t be bought,
They are not on a grocery store shelf.
Hearts are only found, within oneself.
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Treasure your beating heart
When circumstances keep lovers apart
Keep it safe inside of you;
Lock it with a brass key
Till you surrender it to the one
Who comes on bended knee.
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