A heart was Fixed

Once upon a time, 
There was a lady with brown hair,
Big brown eyes 
With the smile of an Angel.

There was also a man, 
Black hair, 
Brown eyes 
And the smirk of the devil. 

The lady picked up a heart she found 
On the floor, 
She was walking down the yellow 
Brick road. 
The felt the heart and examined it,
The heart was cold and it was 
Broken. 
She wondered whose it was, 
So she placed it in a bag and brought 
It to a doctor,
When the doctor saw it he told her: 
"Ma'am this hearts been broken 
For months, 
It's cold and it's old 
I'm sorry I cannot help you,
The person this heart belongs to is dead."

The lady did not give up, 
She took the heart and she went to a 
Priest. 
The priest told her, 
"Sister I'm sorry,
But I am not a doctor 
I cannot tell you whose heart this is, 
But I can tell you that this 
Person has suffered very much, 
The heart is broken in every corner.
Almost as if it was thrown and 
Cracked like a beer bottle. 
May God have mercy on this person."

The lady did not give up,
She took the heart and she took it to
Her House.
she taped it up and stitched it 
Together. 
The heart was ugly but for some reason 
Could not let it go. 

She went to the city wondering whose
Heart it was. 
Nobody claimed it, 
And everyone was disgusted at the sight. 
An old lady told her,
"You shouldn't be carrying that heart 
Around, 
Just look at how rotten it is, 
It looks like someone ran it over with a 
Truck several times.
It should be thrown away, 
You're wasting your time looking for 
That guy." 

The lady didn't give up, 
And she kept on trying, 
Trying and trying 
Time and time again 
She lost hope in finding this man 
Until one day there was a knock on her door,
She found it weird because 
She knew no one. 
At her door step she found flowers, 
With a little note it was directions 
To a grave, it said: 
"Meet me here bring the heart with you."

She went to the cemetery but could 
Not find the grave. 
She looked and she looked, 
She asked one of the guards 
And they said that the grave did 
Not exist. 

She threw the heart On 
The ground and experienced 
Feelings of abandonment, 
She felt like a part of her was missing
She looked at her heart and 
Found out it was cracking. 
She had to go back,
And when she did it was gone. 
The Ground ate it like an apple, 
She felt hopeless and 
Angry at herself. 

But she didn't give up, 
She began to dig and dig. 
Until she Finally found it, 
She grabbed it and cleaned it, 
She said: 
"Ill always take care of you and I promise not to abandon you." 

She felt a tap on her shoulder and 
Saw the devil. 
He was disguised as an angel 
And said he was sorry 
For not appearing earlier, 
He had hurt so many people 
And he felt destroyed 
He no longer wanted to feel guilt 
And he threw away his heart 
He said the heart is a useless 
Instrument that humanity has,
He says it takes away everything one 
Could put his hands on. 

The lady said "no You're wrong,
It doesn't matter who You've hurt 
Or the things that you've done,
Your heart is what tells you right from wrong, 
And without it you will not remember 
Who you are. 
With a head on your shoulders 
It is not merely enough,
You need something to guide you 
And without a heart you can guide no one." 
The devil laughed at this, 
"Why do you think it is so important to 
Care about others? 
When I left my heart out for 
Months and months people will 
Only step on it and saw how ugly it was 
Why do you claim to see beauty in 
A persons heart? "

The lady responded, 
"Not everyone will see it, 
Only those who are ready 
Will be able to see beauty in what is ugly,
And will accept the truth over lies.
Everyone hurts others, 
But the only problem is Mr devil, 
You're the cause of that hurt. 
Which is why you will never know 
What it is to care for 
Someone else's heart."

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