There is a ribbon
bound around
my heart
with a bow, so
you know
holding every part

you
thought it was
a gift I brought
to unwrap
and you did
without thought
and that was
that

and that there
was where
it all fell apart
at the seam with ease
at every cut
and part

so please
if you’re so keen
to untie a heart
warn of your touch
and how
clutching ribbon
could hurt
so much

If only
I’d been told
from the start
I’d have used
my mind
to take hold
my heart

At least once in a lifetime, arrives a quake beyond the measure of a seismograph...
The waves of which tremble your heart to terror...
Followed by cracks that rips apart your flesh...
The memories of old roses settles down as thorns piercing the delicacy of your heart...
Blood gushes out through arteries ruptured by the final blow...
And the agony and shattered hopes seem to burn the remaining pieces of your heart to ashes...

Doesn't it seem to be the end?

Yet still somehow anyhow with trembling hands if you are able to collect  the scattered ashes of your broken heart...
Hold to them day and night
Exposing it to the healing hands of time and your will
Your heart will be born anew and likely more resilient than the previous one...

And in doing so you, my friend would have done something amazing...

For the one who can mend his heart can mend almost anything else!