Broken hearts cry, their tears can fill rivers
With sorrow that cannot hide
Broken hearts drink to drown never ending pain
Yet the ghosts of love always remain
What magic can mend broken hearts
Is there a spell to stop the pain
Or do broken hearts chase love like a fleeting star
In the hopes of healing the scar
But broken hearts are wary and scared
Afraid to let love back again
Trust, one smashed, shakes and sways
Like whispers lost in empty days
But can even broken hearts remain alone
Though smashed and bruised they will seek
Not by will, not wish, not plea
But by loves quiet gentle alchemy
A day will come, it may arrive quietly
But as sorrow fades away
Broken hearts forget they swore no more
And love will again knock on their door.