I dream a dream of L O V E

a heart can find salvation in its reverie
falling deeper and deeper into a hole of uncertaintly
getting bruised and banged along the way,
scratched and even a little torn.
slowly decaying from its already fragile state.
nothing a few band-aids and superglue can't fix.
until it's penetrated by a golden sword
a beauty so enticing that the pain is avoided for a single moment
just in admiring the framework.
but once the moment passes,
the heart begins to ache.
no duct tape, no paint, no needle and thread will fix this pain.
history will not be repeated.
too often.
but in the end, the heart finds its way to another broken puzzle piece.
just as tattered,
just as worn in.
and yet, somehow, these two broken pieces fit together perfectly.
a heart can find salvation in its reverie.
in its pain,
sometimes the heart can become whole again.