Some say hearts are meant to be broken
when this occurs
You set back even more than your token.

Hearts come in all shapes and sizes
hugable, loveable, squeezeable
If the heart cracks
there are no hidden surprises.

Hearts are not toys,
but are they disposable?
Some hearts are soft, some cold
guarded without joys
By those who never grow old.

Hearts can be like bikes
rode around and around
Until you hit something: "Yikes!"
not realizing where you are bound.