Would that I could lift a heart
That’s fallen to the floor
That I could love and cherish it
For now and evermore.
Would that I could do that small thing
Before my frail heart breaks
Please let me do that caring thing
In love for both our sakes.
No words you need to utter here
Yet silent you’re torn apart
So I will bend and pick it up
And mend your broken heart.
©Joe Wilson – It can be mended…2016