the heart of love is broken like a wine glass in a cellar those who fail to see the shattered pieces of that lovers pastshall undoubtedly stumble upon the shards of broken trustfeelings of being scared and a torn up pastyet for those who seek the truth a mess they shall seebut like a broom willing to sweep up the debristhey shall soon find true harmonyfor that heart again may yet be filled with hope, like fine wineto fill a heart of love divine for yet this heart may yet be wholejust like a fine dinner bowl
