A Broken Heart I Met

I once met a broken heart , It said it longed for love. And it'd been yearning so long ! It said there's no God above. . For if there was, a God there, It wouldn't have to suffer. And live a life that had , Made its survival tougher. . So , I asked it to look within , If some bit of the love had lasted, And it came out grieving , That out of the blues , it had in fact found a casket ! . And there within the casket lay , All the love it longed , it sighed. Sadly though through pure negligence, Now all that love had died . . For, since years the heart had been to lands , water and cliffs , In hopes of finding some love that belonged it bit by bit. It had cried and craved for love that was so far, Never had it cared enough to look into his own jar. You love yourself , God loves you back, The poor heart didn't know! And that is the purest love to find , May wherever you go.