The Paper Heart

        Somewhere, somehow, in time they had found each other
        Coming together without knowing why, other than they must
        They like the two halves of something once beautiful, now broken
        Fitting perfectly into each other, making the other whole at last

                                But even though it seemed to be meant to be, it also was not to be
                                Life and its ways had set them on paths they had chosen long ago
                                The free choices once made were now held out to be dealt with again
                                Love, with all its majesty, had at least been awakened now. never to sleep

      In their hearts, together they had felt all there was living there within them
      Passion, trust, self worth, all the things once lost or taken and so abused
      They rose now filling them like a flood raging over a once barren dusty land
      Touching them in places long thought dead bringing a peace only love brings

                                Parting as they must for a time or times to be, yet somehow never alone
                                They could close their eyes reaching out, feeling the others loving essence.
                                In one of these times, he sent her a heart, traced just so carefully on paper
                               With it was his note '" Hold my heart next to yours whenever you need me"

       Over the years, the paper became old and worn as many times it was held
       Placed ever so gently and lovingly over her own heart and held there quietly
       Breathing in his strength, his love, from the paper where he had placed it
       Sometimes she swore she could even feel its lonely, yet strong, beating

                               He was old now, and having spent his life alone without her, finally dying
                               Somehow he felt her each time she had lovingly held that heart to her own
                               He could feel her now holding him to her. Her breathing and soft sighs.
                               And for all there was not, he cried. And for all there was, he also cried

        She felt the change, and held up the paper heart, so old now and worn
        It had so long been her salvation, her only link to a forever unselfish love
       And from the paper a tear fell slowly down from the center of the heart
       Then more tears, until the heart of paper and the heart of love were gone

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