Is it that the broken heart, healed, is more tender?

Do the residual cracks in the now imperfect heart, allow it to expand, to be more open, more forgiving?

Is it that these healing cracks now allow the light of unshared love to shine through?

How many times can the heart break, and still remain tender, still giving?

Why glowing cracks and not rigid ribbons of scarred sorrow, a containing mesh of pain, an illusion of protection?