Once upon a fairytale, there was a broken heart on sale.
Up upon the shelf so high, an object no one wants to buy.
There it sat year after year, collecting dust as it may appear.
Then one boy came to the shop, he happened to spot it on top.
He dust it off, bought it cheap, Nurtured it, helped it sleep.
Soon that heart was good as new, Red and beating instead of blue.
It started transforming to his surprise, Satin skin and silver eyes.
