Loves Math

Hearts are meant to be broken,
No one knows why.
But I have one theory,
Lets give it a try.

No matter how sad,
Hearts need to be ripped in two.
Till a different half fits perfect,
Sealed with love like glue.

Finding love isn't easy,
It's meant to be a struggle.
It's not butterflies, rainbows,
Or in a constant cuddle.

No finding love is being hurt,
Pushed and stomped to the ground.
Being lied to till you think its truth,
And those lies make you bound.

It's the test to find it,
Till that broken heart beats.
When you first see them,
Its heavens greatest treat.

A heart cannot start whole,
To mold with another.
It'll fit just right,
No need to smother.

And that's how I feel with you,
Broken heart beats again.
I knew I'd find you,
Just didn't know when.

Our hearts finally touch,
Through lips that embrace.
Our life could start new,
Where nothing could replace.

Hearts are meant to be split,
Torn right in half.
Being able to make a whole,
That's love's kind of math.