Love comes and goes in the life of a shattered soul, sometimes leaving us longing and yearning to find that part of ourselves which has been lost. Many souls will cross our paths; some we will entwine with others we may not. Most instantly we will know when we have found the one, for our hearts will soar in the sky. Until then we wander, eyes filled with innocence and hope. And in our hands we hold each shard of broken heart.