Heart Is A Clock

I was born with a curious heart,
Wasn't sure what I needed to do,
Surrounded by people that loved me,
I would love but only a select few. 

In twenty eleven a new heart,
A new love opened the world to me.
It was different to the love I was used to,
A love from a child unconditionally. 

I had found my soul mate for life,
But that love it seemed wasn't tight,
But at least I know where to find her,
Far away but still in plain sight. 

That love was smashed to pieces,
And sadness and depression woke,
Awaiting construction of my new heart,
Because the last one I had just broke.

I am not sure how many loves we have,
Is the heart just a ticking clock,
Eventually will it run out of power,
Will time restore a new heart, restock? 

At the moment I am wary of all love,
I couldnt handle another broken heart,
Which is unfair to a future partner,
A doom installed from the start.