It may be true that love does not make the world go 'round
But it is the warmth that makes my heartbeats pound
Its force the sun and I the earth turning as it burns
I've been told the bigger they come the harder they hit the ground
But I've found it's the size of your heart that determines to whom you are bound
The dimensions of our bodies serve only as suits to surround our souls
I know a heart that's breaking makes an awful sound
It's a mirror that's shattering and a thousand howling hounds, in mourning

Those wounds will heal, though the pain is profound, and another hearts heat will be coming around