Hearts are fragile like glass.

They get a little smudge we wipe it away.

They get a crack we fear it wont last.

When they shatter and fall they are gone.

But oh how your wrong.

There's someone to gather all the pieces.

There's someone there to patch it back together.

There's someone that sees the flaws but doesn't care.

That someone that now holds your heart in theirs.

That person that's always there to hold your hand and deeply understands.

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