Once upon a magical place

Was the home of every possible shape

Squares and zig zags and arrows and lines

trapezoids, squiggles of all different kinds

Diamonds that sparkled, circles that rolled

Every shape had a story yet to be told.

This is one tale from that magical place

This is the story of how love got a shape.

It started to form from the very top

It became very rounded and very soft

Just like a pillow- a shape well known

A place to feel safe, and to feel at home

But as it continued, a diagonal line

Full of excitement, it made a slide

For falling fast, for letting things go

For getting lost and losing control

And then at the bottom it came to a stop

And formed a sharp point beneath what was soft

For the way it can make you attack and defend

For the way that it hurts you when something ends

This half of a thing walked around that place

Incomplete, not quite a shape

Complex and different, a unique sight

But not quite finished. Not quite right.

Then it passed a reflection pond

It saw itself- and saw nothing wrong

It smiled and it knew “it’s just what I need-

One side to love you

One side to love me”

So next time your pencil carves out a heart

Remember the soft, the exciting, the sharp

And each time you give it to somebody new

Remember that there is a piece meant for you.