I couldn’t blame you
How would I dare?
Quite honestly
It’s only fair…
My heart’s been broken
A couple of times,
And half mended by
Very clumsy hands.
It’s missing a few parts
Sorry puzzle… incomplete
Sometimes
It even skips a beat.
But that would be
Your fault, my Dear…
For it always longs
Your voice to hear,
And even if you want
To have nothing of that,
You still do own
My patchwork heart!