The heart broken into for the umpteenth time
Pulled itself together
Withdrew into its cocoon where a sublime
Thought told the heart to give up romance altogether.
The heart treated with contempt
Opted to close its door shut
Deriding any overture to tempt
It into ridicule, to disrespect its butt.
The heart assailed right, left and centre
Told love to get lost
Demanding due diligence from any mellow mentor
Who cared enough for its welfare to whisper, 'Get lost, ghost! '
The heart treated like a queen
Opened its arms wide
To welcome back the love that strove hard to win
Back its favour after indifference chucked out its puny pride.
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