Stolen Heart

Night after night,
Day after day,
Year after year,
We search for a soul,
To complete us. 
So, with a twist of a knife,
And a smile on our face,
We cut out our heart,
And hold it as an offering to the human race. 
We give it away, 
And watch with fading joy, 
As they throw it away,
Like an old Christmas toy. 
But then She comes along, 
Raising it from the earth,
To clean it off, 
On her sleeve. 
They hold it up,
and raises the blade of truth
Aims it true
into your heart
Drops it in the dust 
And watches it as its trampled underneath.

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This is a very powerful and emotional poem. It has its own type of beautiful sadness to it. Well done.