Broken hearts
it hurts to see you weep . . .
collecting scatter'd pieces
of what you couldn't keep ~

Crystal teardrops
yes, I recognize the stain . . .
I, too, have tasted
the salt of rejection's pain ~

LOVE GIVES
gives ~ gives ~ gives, not takes . . .
love soothes ~ love eases ~ cares
ahhh, what differences love makes ~

Love whispers
seeks reasons not to scream . . .
Love is the warm Sonshine
refreshing, sparkling stream ~

Love heals
redeems, reclaims, restores . . .
closes each dark dead~end
Love opens PROMISE~DOORS!

Mary Carter Mizrany
February 8, 2006
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