Heart Is A Strange

The pain of the heart is a strange kind of pain. Once it gets hold of someone, that person might smile on the outside, but inside, their heart breaks and breaks, thinking about the one who made it so.

A person can endure all the sorrows in the world, but they cannot suffer the apathy of the one whom their heart has chosen to make their world.

O Lord! Save even your enemies from this kind of pain – loving someone, praying for them, being glad for them, and having to learn how to live without them.

If love is written in our fate, bless it with everlasting faithfulness and peace. And if the love of someone else is not destined for us, free our hearts from the burden of memories. For the heart’s deepest pain cannot be cured by drugs, but only by the love and presence of the person in whose arms the heart finds its rest. ___🙂🍁