Once the heart is broken,
It will always be different;
It will never be the same.
The virgin lost her hymen,
She is now a full-fledged woman;
She will never be the same.
The broken heart can be glued,
Solded, sautered, sewed and re-sewed;
It will never be the same.
We can blame Mother Nature,
Each season has an effect on the pasture;
Things change and nothing remains the same.
We can solely fix or repair the broken heart,
We may try to enhance or improve the part,
However, things will never be the same.
Once the heart is different,
Things will never be the same;
What remains is a wonderful lesson.
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