Here's a short story about a girl,
She had a very big heart, or so I've heard.
She was always open, loving, and kind,
If  you were sad she always had a kind word.
She loved to love, no matter what the cost.
So a cycle emerged, she loved and she lost.
Sometimes it was tough, her heart took some beatings,
But love and compassion always pulled at her heart strings.
So she continued the cycle of loving and losing,
Not completely confident in what she was doing.
I wish I could say that this story ends well,
But that's a part of the story I cannot yet tell.