There was a heart that held us close
as tightly as it could.
It kept our love both good and strong,
it did the things it should.
There was a sword with jealous rage
and envy swung it hard,
it hit the heart and split us both
and made us both depart.
The shattered heart did not give up,
it hoped to be anewed.
The shattered heart knew love was strong
and knew just what to do.
The heart had tried with all it's might
to join the other half.
The sword kept throwing fears and doubts
and laughed with wicked laughs.
Alas! The heart had reached it's goal
and was stronger than before.
The sword thought everything was fine
and swung with all it's force.
We all know that there is love
and that it's ours to take,
and if the sword is swung too hard,
the sword will merely break.