Pieces of Heart'

My heart is a puzzle, with pieces torn apart

Scattered like leaves, in a stormy heart

Each piece a memory, a shard of love and pain

A fragment of dreams, that remain in vain

Some pieces are sharp, with edges rough and worn

Others are smooth, with a gentle, loving form

Some fit together, like a work of art in place

Others lie alone, with a sorrowful, empty space

But still I hold on, to each piece with care

For in their brokenness, my heart is still there

And maybe someday, they'll all fit as one

And my heart will be whole, and my love will have won.