From birth tiny hearts all grow
As they mature they will know
What hearts are created for

Not by their sizes alone
Do mature hearts become known
Hearts need be judged by much more

Hearts can be carelessly torn
Readily become careworn
Life will lend each heart some pain

Yet such forlorn hearts will heal
Careworn hearts learn how to deal
Mended hearts strength thereby gain

Hearts become bruised and broken
By cruel words that are spoken
Rejections tear them apart

Once healed such hearts find power
Much greater love then will flower
Love rendered by a mended heart

Mary Havran

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