broken hearts

Could something so beautiful fall apart?
It's a fragile love, it comes from the heart
and it seems the easiest things to break
are those that we give, those that we can't take.
And sometimes those things which break but don't bend
turn out to be the ones hardest to mend.

We're ordinary people,
we're intricate and fragile.
Our friendships are beautiful,
our broken hearts plentiful.

The finite nature of our charity
makes us long to love for eternity
and though it hurts when friends leave "forever"
In heaven we'll be separate never.