If someone steals some money from you,
You can earn it back.
And even if your ideas are stolen,
More come forth from the wellspring of the mind.
But if your heart is stolen,
How can you ever get it back?
If your heart is broken,
How can it ever be healed?
Ironically…
We hate it when our things are taken away,
But we love it when our heart is stolen by another,
Even if it breaks in the process.
Beautiful poem Carlos! I hope you can get to publish them. Simply wonderful. And so true!!!
Interesting to hear the writer say these words aloud himself. Please continue this.