I lost a hold of my dear, fragile heart,
And it went crashing to the hard, cold floor.
It broke 'to pieces and crumbled apart,
Until it was mere dust and nothing more.
In my grief, I wept as if I were damned.
Then, out from the light, a man came toward,
Tore into his chest and held out a hand;
I can never forget his tender word.
He told me, "Since you have shattered your heart,
Gladly, I will give you this half of mine.
Although it seems a half can't do its part,
I know if it is you, it will work just fine."
As he took my hand, our shared heart did dance.
We were victims to love's powerful trance.
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