Puzzle

Love is like a puzzle two people trying to fit as one
until that last piece is fit and the puzzle is done
but two hearts must meet for the puzzle to be complete.
when it comes together it does not pop
and when you feel it you don't drop you stop.

the world slows down and you float
and you feel your future has been rewrote
the past has no meaning, any mistake
you can forget because this is your chance for a retake.
You can feel inside that your soul mate
has been given to you on a golden plate.

Suddenly your life makes sense
and you say goodbye to the past tense.
You know you need her heart
like a museum needs art.
You know she will be yours forever
and you won't let her go not now or ever.
Your ever beating black heart
joins her's in the way music joins Mozart.

The puzzle is done and energy flows through your veins
and you feel you will die before you let her feel pain.
You would climb Everest
and be among the bravest
just to see her night or day
and have her eyes meet yours as a ray.

Until the end of time
your heart will spin like a dime
and you know you met a fallen angel
because the last piece has fit in the puzzle.