Do not leave a heart yet shattered –
Shards of glass upon the floor
Lying there, profuse and scattered,
Splintered soul, bereft and sore
(Broken hearts can n`er be mended
In a moment`s fleeting time
Months or years they need be tended
`Fore they rise again to shine)
Serve it well with tender feeling
As it be your very own
Thence it would require no healing
Nor yet dwell for`er alone
Love and care is ever needed
Words and actions given free
Faithfulness should too be heeded –
Hearts belong to you and me
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