Some Broken Hearts Never Mend

Broken hearts turn into crimson roses Meant to be held as prized artefacts Even if they shall never mend For hearts are as brittle as window panes And none has ever been able to glue A broken pane back together Yet, Broken hearts also turn into flying spirits And allow themselves to be blown Across the lands and over the oceans If they allow not the closed minded ones To keep them as captive roses in well secured Gardens or in colourful vases! But it happens that broken hearts Meet with the one powerful enough To create, in their midst, Acceptance and thereby setting the ground For healing to happen! These blessed ones tend those hearts As fervently as the devoted would pray everyday Or as determinedly as lovers would fight for their beloveds! Broken hearts then turn into magical elements Being that which others want them to be: Either a rainbow for some, Or a unicorn for others, Regardless, As long as they would ignite sparkles In the eyes of those who would cross their paths, For, Their motto would solely be: To hold out a healing hand!