Can One Die From a Broken Heart

A girl met boy, it was early spring, she fell in love and blossoms flourished. She did all the right things, to please just him. If birds twittered she flew into his arms, made him love her in return. Times were when she thought they weren’t meant to be, she wallowed in his embrace. Trees grew, fruits formed, she smiled in contentment, quelled her conscience with a smile. She lost her heart. As autumn came and trees shed their rusty leaves. Still he made her smile. She believed in fairy tales. He made her laugh, she believed in him. He was her dream. The trees were bare, snow covered the ground. She left her home, knocked on his door but he didn’t open it. She stood there in the snow, her tears mingling with ice. Can one die from broken heart?