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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cemetery of Hearts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a Cemetery of Hearts<br>laid out in neat rectangular squares<br>tombstone engravings of individual stories; <br>of loves lost and betrayed, <br>tear-ravaged love trysts.<br>love cuts, severed<br>or grief-laden, <br>all buried in Innocent's Ground<br>from whence they came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I peered at the writing on first tombstone and then some others: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He led me on and then made love to my mother<br>all this to me unknown.' one said</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I died in childbirth alone after having been exiled<br>from my home to a nunnery.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'She plotted against me with my best friend.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'She told me the baby was mine.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I died of grief in a sex war and of an affection-less marriage.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My love and I were shot lying together.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One said: <br>'Dead hearts murdered by rage or fear are the worst; <br>these hearts die gnarled and alone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The caretaker addressed me: <br>'What are you doing here? ' he said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I came to bury my heart with the rest of them.' I said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Really he said. Let me have a look. <br>This heart, ' he said is not really dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I can't bury a heart that is yet alive.<br>that would be murder and wrong; <br>away with you.<br>You are premature. Go. Take this heart<br>and feed it, make it live again.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was shocked. To me this rejection was<br>yet another heart-ache to endure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My heart is not dead enough? ' I said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That's right, ' he said, yours is merely slightly used<br>and a little bruised but not dead.'<br>'<br>This cemetery is Innocent Ground, <br>a healing place for deceased hearts, <br>not ones merely tired and bruised.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Go back out there, take some courage from this dream.<br>The sores on your heart will heal <br>and be stronger then<br>for someone else you'll meet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You are stronger than you think.<br>We are really short of space here<br>we take only the really bad heart cases.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Go he said<br>dive right back in.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was right.<br>'And, ' he said<br>'Never underestimate the human heart; <br>it is the human brain that most times<br>that's wrong and prematurely deceased.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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laid out in neat rectangular squares
tombstone engravings of individual stories; 
of loves lost and betrayed, 
tear-ravaged love trysts.
love cuts, severed
or grief-laden, 
all buried in Innocent's Ground
from whence th..."></div>
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