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
Love can't be quantified,
Created, or destroyed.
Nature's own transitive property: the transitive property of love.
Love isn't an emotion
Or a feeling.
It's all emotions,
Crammed into one tiny box until it's bursting,
Ready to explode,
Like a star realising
It's really a sun.
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
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
I'm just waiting for you to realise
You're really a sun.