He falls to the floor, a victim of a broken heart
the Goddess of Love wraps her tender arms
around the shattered pieces.
She pulls out each jagged splinter
with soft soothing hands
and kisses each wound with healing lips.
He lies still, too broken and uncaring to move
eyes glistening with un-shed tears
of lost hope and lost love.
The Love Goddess removes the final splinter
and begins the painstaking assembly
of his broken pieces of heart.
Hours become days, days turn to nights as she works
furrowed brow glistening with labor
while he remains motionless, lost in despair.
At last she straightens her aching back
and looking down upon her work she whispers,
“The rest is up to you, my sweet.”
The Goddess of Love caresses his bandaged heart
and kisses his lips for a lingering moment
before she dissolves into a wisp of smoke.
Moments pass… until…he moves
with great effort, he lifts himself from the floor
and begins the journey of healing.