Broken inside I lay in bed,
Wondering why hearts do break.
What is love, does love exist?
I had no answer I fell asleep.
I heard a voice and it called my name,
I opened my eyes and Heaven it said.
myriad questions whirling inside,
Just one question was allowed that night.
Dear God, after so much thought,
DOES LOVE EXIST? I asked in bold.
He held my hand and then I saw,
A puppy laid in wavering cold.
Love doth exist, do you not see?
In it’s eyes love ran deep.
Does it hurt? he asked in dismay,
to have a broken heart, for yes I said.
You are not alone he said to me,
To love and be loved is what all needs.
A feeble yelp I heard outside.
Woke me up, I ran out side.
This time for certain, it was no dream.
The broken heart that went to sleep,
Found love so deep thus was complete.
