You asked for my heart,
I gave it to you.
It was broken
And missing a piece.
You wanted to fix it,
So I let you.
I was scared,
You calmed my fears.
Gentle and caring,
Catering to my needs.
No loss of blood,
Only the pumping of more.
Soon I felt it,
I forgot how it sounded.
A soft pitter patter,
Eventually growing stronger.
With each new day,
My heart got more full.
You were my surgeon,
I was your patient.
The passion to give,
A reason to care.
With each touch,
I felt something new.
Then one day,
I started growing weak.
I called for you,
Yet you were nowhere near.
My heart started bleeding,
Flowing into rivers.
Come back and help me,
My heart is starting to break.
I see you over there,
But you are beginning to run.
I thought the oath was,
First do no harm.
So there you are,
Heading in a new direction.
Leaving the heart you fixed,
Shattered to pieces.
Now the paper says,
Do not keep alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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