Before meeting Marc, Isabel got into writing little poems....here's one of them.
When do you give up on Love?
Is it after the man you married,
Shatters your heart into a thousand pieces?
Or when you've gathered the shards, to build courage.
Only to be told, 'It's not you, it's me'?
As you're starting to heal and laugh again,
Then find pictures of his wife and family?
Or is it when your heart is scarred and cold,
To open it again would hurt too much?
Should we just give up on Love?