As if love were dead [synecdoche]

The heart is searching for true love to find
Searching for something within the mind

Arms holding close what it refuses to let go
Hands hoping to capture every memory with snow

All hearts collide in this great attempt
All of love are in contempt.

Eyes holding promises left unsaid
Tears fall from them as if love were dead.

Feet walking miles until the one is found
Forever and always are the two hearts bound.