Love

Love is like a waterfall,
Mystical and pure, 
Until it rips your heart,
And you shed a thosand tears,
you can cry all day,
You can cry all night,
But will that really mend 
And fix it right?
Hearts are like a vase,
They need to be handled with care,
Once they break, they shatter and are left everywhere,
The pieces cant be found,
Only new ones can be made,
Til you find them on the ground,
Drifting far away..