Once there was a heart,
it was stomped on, stabbed, stitched clumsily, it was obviously falling apart
it was that close to giving up.

Then along the path the heart net a queen,
the kind queen stitched and repaired
a heart that had been brutalized throughout the years
and loved it until that heart was pristine again

Then the queen had to go away,
but right where she met it the heart stayed
it didn't care about the distance it just wanted her back
he couldn't bear having to try again only to have its fragile cast cracked

It had found it's mate of the soul, it's reason to go on
it found a love and affection that carried it to the stars and beyond
some say it still wanders around.. asking to this day?

Queen? my queen? where are you? will you stay?