Mending The Broken Heart Poem by Noel Lorenz

The heart it speaks a thousand words
And would never retreat,
Thinking of the hand that was
There to carefully make pieces of it.

The words unsaid, remained;
'Silence' them wise call it.
Silence - the painful feelings, unheard
Can cause an ache; the heart, in emotions blot.

The silver drops, kept away for eons
By thoughts of happiness surrounded.
What has come now that it summons
The droplets, how come they be found.

Life has seen so unseasoned pleasures;
People come and go without any care.
Not again would I like to be players
In the game of Love, them call it all fair.

I've heard a lot of childhood folk,
In them the grass are greener than hope.
I would search a world with hope
Come what may the barriers, I'll cope.

Need a hand of all those folks
Who was shown the door,
Without being the wrong ones;
Yet they exclaimed, 'Oh dear! '

Wish I could find a perfect dream
In which I could dream my dream.
Dreams are those that give u life;
A life full of opportunities lie.