In the kitchen of our souls, the heart resides,
A delicate plate, where emotions collide.
With each crack and fracture, it tries to hold fast,
But scars remain, memories of the past.
Like shards of porcelain scattered on the floor,
Love's wounds run deep, leaving us wanting more.
Though we gather the pieces, mend them with care,
The cracks still show, the pain we must bear.
For even when repaired, the heart won't be the same,
Each fracture a reminder, etched with sorrow's name.
Yet in its brokenness, beauty can be found,
A mosaic of resilience, love's sacred ground.
So cherish the fragments, each one a part,
For in their imperfection lies the heart.
Though shattered and changed, it still beats strong,
A testament to love's enduring song.
