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Stars Play on Your Heartstrings
There are just too many variables.
It's like having four unknowns, but only three equations
Or trying to weave together string theory, thread by thread.
Love isn't something you can solve for
Or discover.
It's natural,
Beautiful,
Destructive.
Love can't be quantified,
Multiplied,
Created, or destroyed.
Just transferred,
Transformed,
Translated,
Nature's own transitive property: the transitive property of love.
Love isn't an emotion
Or a feeling.
It's all emotions,
Every feeling,
Crammed into one tiny box until it's bursting,
Ready to explode,
Like a star realising
It's really a sun.
And you,
You learned to play the heartstrings when you were five years old.
And you play quite beautifully,
And you played for me.
When you fell for me, it was like you were falling through a cloud.
You just fell deeper
And deeper
Until you kept going and fell right through
And came out the other side again.
You still play the heartstrings as beautifully as ever.
You just don't know who you're playing for
Anymore.
And I,
I'm just waiting for you to realise
You're really a sun.
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The way you explained love
The way you explained love really helped put it into universally understandable terms. This portrays love as frustrating yet exciting. It's clear that love is anything but clear in here. It also ends sweetly with you only wanting this sun to shine.
On a less content related note, the pacing for this is very pleasing. A good poem shouldn't make you read it but instead should almost read it for you. The words come naturally one after another which helps absorb the reader in and allows them to focus better on the content and less the physical words themselves. :) keep up the good work!