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

© 2008 cherryk (All rights reserved)

 

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