Love Without Limits

A letter from a broken heart that still dares to love.

By Yaka The Broken Doll

Deep love to all, and to all those around me.

I am a constant nuisance — I want to be there for you,

sometimes like a parasite.

But I do not wish to hurt anyone.

I only want to give warmth, affection, and love.

I am poor in everything,

a failure in everything,

yet I have an abundance of love —

even for those who may not deserve it.

My forgiveness is infinite,

my empathy endless,

my concern reaching every wing in this world:

those that are, those that will be,

and those that exist only as memories.

Like me —

I was once a brief pleasure for some,

a simple toy, thrown away.

But I rose again,

took on a will of my own,

and kept moving forward —

broken, worn out, yet still smiling.

Oh yes, I still smile,

with tears overflowing like waterfalls.

I keep walking a path of shattered glass,

bleeding with every step,

crying with every breath,

smiling with every broken heart.

Why?

And why not?

If all I have left is to give my most sincere love,

then I will give it freely.

Because I love everyone —

until the day my heart stops

and becomes only a memory,

carried away by the air and the universe.

I will go peacefully,

happy that there is no hate

or resentment within my heart —

for I am pure, genuine love.