What Has Become of My Heart

In my world there are only two types of love,
the kind of love that is so deep and intense that nothing can tear it apart
and the kind of love that is so twisted and cruel it only tears apart
sadly in my world the later is the one that rules above

I have spent my time obsessing over finding the rest of my soul
searching without directions, lost, with no control
I stumble, I fall each day
and watch many walk away

There has only been one that I can recall
that has made me feel the love that cannot be torn
and many many loves that rip my soul a little more,
making my spirit and hope once again fall

It is that one, that has saved me time and time again
while the twisted loves are all just full of pretend
although there have been some genuine and true
they do not try to make my heart anew

They may be there for a month, a day, a year
trying to fix what is left of my fragile state
but after time they give up like all the rest
and I am left to shed another tear

Does this one make it worth all the pain?
does the momentary happiness give enough gain?
For the time being yes, I believe it is so
and now for the one, I beg you please do not go