Love will make one's heart beat fast.
If it does, it will last and last and last.
Love will make one's heart break, and if it does, there is nothing you can take.
Love can make one's heart heal. but
only if it is the lover's will.
Love can make one's heart shatter
along with your dreams and all things that matter.
Love can make one's heart whole and aid in your escape from a life so droll.
Love can make a hole in one's
heart
from not filling it up from the very start.
And love has done all of these to my old, scarred covered heart.
And the love of many others of you have all...played your parts.
Its spirit is broken, and still, though weaker from the years, it beats.
Still it beats.
Cry until your heart is empty.
Scream until your soul is shattered
into the atoms of the cosmos.
Take your tears and flood the oceans of this world until God, and Christ, and the Holy Spirit pay attention to your pleading.
Let your anger build until you flesh disintegrates into the dark matter that might catch the attention of the trinity, stumbling and mumbling about your essence bleeding.