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Mender of Broken Hearts
Every day I'm called upon
to mend a broken heart.
I need to know what broke it
before I pull each heart apart.

If the hurt was wrought in sorrow
and the heart is full of grief,
only doses of sweet memories
can give that soul relief.

Should a heart be all in bits
and caused by love's desertion,
the re-construction's difficult,
requires new love immersion.

Of course, should it be physical
I call in the Great Physician.
He's the finest specialist
to fix the worst condition.

By cherryk

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: Broken Love - to mend a broken heart (challenge has been closed)

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