My Hearts Corruption II

Stolen, taken, robbed, thieved.
All those synonyms describe a piece of my heart.
Chipped off, and shipped away
off went a piece of Love's art.

And there lie a sketch
An outline of the emptiness.
To fix it is just
Another item on my to-do list.

Impossible? Most likely.
All of my attempts have not last.
All that's left is love.
Love? I thought to be a thing of the past.

But it seems to work:
A new piece has been built.
Maybe it'll fit in
And get rid of all the hurt and guilt.

Banish the corruption away
And remove it from its false spot.
Hopefully it does work
Because its the last idea I've got.