Four hearts,
I can barely handle one.
The first: My own,
Broken many times before,
Mended by nothing but my own hands.
Experienced by many.
The second:
Slightly worn and completely stable,
Experienced by one.
The third:
Soft and gentle,
Experienced by few,
But keeps coming back for more.
The fourth:
Open and beautifully naive,
Experienced by none,
Ready to start beating.
All of them amaze me,
The love you can learn,
Sometimes exceeds what you can feel,
Curiosity greater than experience.