From birth tiny hearts all grow
As they mature they will know
What hearts are created for
Not by their sizes alone
Do mature hearts become known
Hearts need be judged by much more
Hearts can be carelessly torn
Readily become careworn
Life will lend each heart some pain
Yet such forlorn hearts will heal
Careworn hearts learn how to deal
Mended hearts strength thereby gain
Hearts become bruised and broken
By cruel words that are spoken
Rejections tear them apart
Once healed such hearts find power
Much greater love then will flower
Love rendered by a mended heart
Better to have loved and lost.... then never to have loved at all! Lovely as usual.... A constant stream of poetry meandering through my Valley...... Just - Wonderful! Rogerx.
Powerfully expressed feelings. I especially loved the last stanza. Thanks.
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I am Muhammad Shanazar from Pakistan, I am thankful to you for your encouraging comments. English is not my first language, I feel my expression are very poor. I want to share more with you. Please send me you email, mine is here. shanazar@hotmail.com Muhammad Shanazar