The mosaic of our love,
made of our shattered souls,
we helped each other
pick them up from the ground.

Conversation and laughter,
understanding our pasts,
sharing our pain,
began to glue us together.

A new picture began to form,
something new and beautiful,
a work of art being sculpted,
out of our broken hearts.

No longer pieces on the ground,
our passions since repaired,
where I had a hole, she had a patch
and where she was missing, I fit.

To find love inside of hate,
and depressing heartbreak,
created a lasting work
of loving hearts.