BROKEN HEART

Absentmindedly, I sit,
As the tip of a pen scratches,
The paper, and the ink,
Forms the word 'patches',
And I realise,
With a start,
That there, on the paper,
Are the words, 'heart',
'patches', 'wounds', 'love',
And others too playing their part.
"Love patches all wounds,
Of a broken heart."

©ashandfire