this wayward heart that loves too much.
It will not break for it is made from the breath of life - not substance.
It will not die for it is made with the eternal, immutable essence of heaven.
It will however, change its spots and colour,
in that soft dark night of lonely ache and solitude,
then like a butterfly reborn,
become more beautiful and alive with wonder, magic, fire and wisdom
to alight on love yet again and again and again.
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