I know yours is too weak.

Just a prick of a needle; it leaks.

But sometimes, too much hurt, it breaks.

Becomes too confusing as the heart freaks.

“Follow the heart” became its motto.

Now became a creature like a potto.

This is only for broken ears.

Just as you held in your tears.

Now you thought only words could heal.

Just like a bell ringing a long peal.

And even if the heart can be in despair.

But one shall join the pieces in repair.

The heart shall always be in seize.

But the affection for love shall never cease.