the heart-smith

I've realized that my heart was broken. And those pieces were maliciously smashed into smaller fragments. I picked up as many pieces as I could, used the tip of my fingers to grab the tiny needle point bits, and shoved them into a bag. I didn't try to put the pieces back together. I couldn't. So I put the bag of my broken heart back inside me. My heart doesn't beat faster when his hand touches mine. It doesn't race when his lips sing to me. It simply rustles a little, and makes a faint noise. It doesn't send life surging through my body. It just sits quietly...broken in my chest.
I gave my glass heart to a black smith and he couldn't hold it without smudging it, chipping it, and finally crushing it in his tough grip. He looked at it, broken in his hand, and slowly moved his hand so the pieces would fall to the floor.
Separated these fragments feel no pain, no love, no care, no warmth. They just lie there motionless. And I in return do the same.
I've heard of the heart-smith. The wonders he works. He can take, so I've heard, just one fragment and fashion a new, completely mended heart. And if you have more of the pieces,he binds them together with a rubbery blend so that if your heart falls from your hands again, by accident, it won't break - it can endure. And if you have tiny tiny tiny fragments, I've heard he knows just where to put them - as if he made your heart himself! Where can I find this heart-smith who can make this glass unbreakable, and make this heart re-beat? Who can restore a purpose to this bag of fractured life sitting lifelessly in my chest?