Resurrection of the Heart

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She swore her life was over,
left low by each lethal lie.
He had sworn true love forever,
how had forever passed her by?

Defeated, dead, dejected,
she crumpled to the ground.
First a wail, then whimper,
then silence saddest sound.

An empty echo filled the space
on his side of the double bed.
By ghosts her heart haunted –
spectres of sweet nothing’s said.

She shambled amongst the living,
let out only occasional groan.
It’s hard hearing happy couples
when you’re abandoned all alone.

It was then that I saw her,
hiding beauty beneath her pain.
Our eyes encountered enchanted,
bewitched begged believe again.

How many volts will it take
to restart a broken heart?
First kiss was electrifying;
pretty perfect place to start.

A rose flush found her cheeks,
a light lit her hazel eyes.
Her heart heals, holding hands
as our new love let her rise.

Months…

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