The puzzle has one missing part.
Today, somebody calls it art,
And under glass inside the frame
It hangs forever, stays the same.
This part is shaped like a heart
And it is visible in dark,
When lights are off,
And people start to see…
Will you be part of me?
Time to end misbelief.
Wake up in morning rays.
Brake up this glass and frame.
…and never miss new parts again.