Every time his heart broke he found a deeper capacity to love
And every broken piece found a way to forgive
And each new love he loved a little more
By giving a little more
And always found himself broken again
And yet foolishly never doubted love
Love would change faces and perfumes and names and hair style but the soul of its heart and the song of its pulse were forever the same
And he felt it in the air before he saw the color of her eyes
And he was falling before she spoke the last syllable of her name
He was lost in the magic of her gaze as he saw a glimpse of the house in her heart he wanted to call home
And he forgot to wonder
How long it would be
Before he would break again