piece together
broken dreams, ones that

have been shattered so hard
they break the frame that line

them. And crack the spine
that holds them up. Because love’s will

is stronger than anything that comes
against it. You can cut off its legs

and it will still run. You can pour acid
in its eyes and it will still see. You

can tie it up tight against a
tree. Lightening will strike and split

the bark. Pure and intact
will be the heart – the heart that loves