The Heart

There it stands
On a mantle, on a stool
On a throne
Wherever you put it.

Lying in the open
It’s not safe
Without a safeguard.

The metal falters when
One person cracks it
Another adds more dents
Then someone comes with an axe
And splits it in two
The hordes are next
They shatter it.

The heart is broken.

But what of those who wish
To pick up the pieces?
Finish the puzzle
Take the axe away
So that it will never be seen again
Mend all the dents
Fill in the cracks.

Those whom become more
Than a simple safeguard
They are called love
Love will take the further step
Beyond mending is molding
It will always bring warmth
The kind that comforts
To full security and peace.

With love, whoever it may be,
The heart is safe on its perch
Harm will come
But the safeguards will fight it off
And love will always be left in the end.