Two Halves

A fairytale of love.

Two Halves

It takes two halves

To make a whole,

Two kindred spirits

To make one soul.

I once loved a man

Deep and true

Who broke my heart,

Cleaved it in two.

My wounded heart

But half itself,

I then locked up

On a lonely shelf.

Several men tried

But, yet, in vain,

To draw it out,

Make it feel again.

Afraid to lose

The half that was left,

I kept it hidden

Lest it be cleft.

Not but a prince

Could unlock the door

And bring it out

To be full once more.

And when he came

In all his valor

My lonely heart

Was fraught with pallor.

He held it close

And loved it much

Until it pounded

With his touch.

Then one day,

Upon his knee,

He smiled and said,

"Will you marry me?

"You see that I

Will care for your heart

For I have loved it

from the start."

His speech was such

That I could not resist,

I said, "Yes," he rose,

And we kissed.

Now my heart

Once half itself,

By true love,

Rescued from the shelf.

Half a heart

Did barely live,

And being thus,

Was hard to give.

But...

These two halves

Now make a whole,

And two kindred spirits

Now make one soul.