While The Heart Is In Shape Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

W-hile the heart is in shape,
H-ave its ache cured to mend;
Y-our pain, fret, and sorrow
N-ow will certainly
E-nd.

F-ainted heart is still in shape,
A-pril twenty-fifth Tuesday;
L-et the love heal the wound,
A-s the hurt fades away.
M-ake your heart in shape,
I-n spite of the injury;
N-ever let the damage remain
I-n the core of your memory.
A-llow the blood to flow,
N-ever let it stop nor escape;
O-pen your life to thrill, while the heart is in shape.