Friend, if your heart is shattered,
Like glass that is broken so much,
I shall find every one little piece,
And join them like olden such.
I know it may not be the same,
But I’ll nurse that heart to health,
Make sure it gets, a rain of smiles,
Shower laughs and loving wealth.
If your heart is now, a withered rose,
I’ll find those petals which now are dry,
Give that heart, a heart my own,
A shoulder on which it can now cry.
I will listen to its pain, catch every tear,
Make it forget those memories of yore,
I will be by its side, till it becomes better,
A loving heart, that all can again adore.
Broken glass may not be beautiful again,
But a heart can forget, memories that pain,
A loving hand to hold when it is down,
A few words can make smiles from frown.
A broken heart may not be the same again,
But a heart is not always like glass my friend,
It can be better, than what it was before,
When it has more love that knows how to mend.
A reply to Tweety's post here . It's just a try, not sure if it has come out that well.