Analysis of Heart on page

Reading old diaries that I have compiled,
I saw something small - and I smiled.
The smallest of hearts, all coloured in red
and beside it a poem, a poem that said
we were forever, we were a team,
we were a match made in a dream.

Forever has faded unlike that red heart,
it sewed us together and ripped us apart
and that heart on the page that I fondly drew
is the only thing I didn’t give you.