The Meaning Of Love

What is love if not the sum of shattered parts

Or the sounds of screams from a thousand broken hearts

Love is the thread that is coiled through our skin

Spun over and under with limitless string

Love is the darkness that blots out the soul

Or sometimes the glue that makes us all whole

Love is the thing we’ve all learn to dread

And the thing that we dream of, lying cold in our beds

Love is a hand that longs for a touch

The paper that waits for a solitary drop

The staining ink, that tells of our sins

The caged bird who still seeks to sing,

Love is the sum of these shattered parts

And the only song known by every heart