Love is a puzzle

I’m staring at a thousand cardboard hearts on the floor trying to find the edge of what were fighting for, the box top is missing, the picture is blur just a mess of colors where we used to be sure, I’ve got a corner of kindness and a border of doubt trying to figure what this us thing is about cause love is a puzzle with the jaggedest edges were walking on wires and sitting on ledges, it’s a thousand maybe and a million if only’s the kind of game that leaves you feeling lonely until the moment it clicks, and the picture comes through I was just a fragment till I fitted right with you you’re a shade of blue I’ve never seen before, a little bit of ocean a little bit of war, I tried to force a piece where it didn’t belong, bent the corners back just to prove I wasn’t wrong but you can’t rush the patience you can’t skip the time if I’m the rhythm baby and your the rhyme. Sometimes the piece you need is under the rug hiding in the silence of a desperate hug it’s not a perfect square it’s not a straight line it’s the messy mosaic of your hand in mine.