Mosaic Tile Heart

A mosaic tile heart,
it separated, came apart.
Upon each piece, a painted picture,
of the meaning of love, it's art.

One piece holds the mysteries of the mind,
another that holds, compassionately kind.
One piece holds the past, breaking away,
another the future that can somehow bind.

A small square of reason,
a picture of a flower, color washed away,
a soft brush paints anew,
refreshing the symbol to join this piece of day.

A few blank tiles, cast in quiet white,
joining each fragment, piece by piece.
One painted of skies and lakes, a mixture of blue,
years, past tears, silent release.

One piece holds a symphony of smiles,
another, beauty in the sunrise.
One piece holds the emotions, letting go,
another held in special eyes.

A mosaic tile heart,
rebuilding what came apart,
Upon each piece, a painted picture,
of the meaning of love, it's art.