Otherworldly Realism

It may seem
That my poor heart
Has gone through the worst
It has ever known
It had traversed
The heights of heaven
And the depths of hell

It may feel
That this heart
May never want
To open itself up again

But somehow
It has found peace at last
For in a brief moment
Of this dismal existence

My heart had loved
And had been loved in return
By the very person
It had always dreamt of
And never thought would ever find
Fairytales do come true