Looking For Pieces In You, That Fit With Pieces Of Me

Looking for pieces in you, that fit with Pieces of Me

Looking for pieces in you,
that fit with Pieces of Me.

Let’s solve life’s puzzle together

Some of my part within you

and your part within me.
U complete the incomplete me!

Some people just connect,
There’s no need to ponder

whether to select,
Because the magic lies in the defect,
What one has less, and other has more,
What one doesn’t possess

and the other has much to pour,
That’s how it gets perfect,
Filling the gaps,
Through the soul map,
We would at last see for real,
That maybe “This is the one”.
But that’s how it starts,
That’s cliche for all love.
The real thing is after this…
Because as time goes,
We realize some holes can’t be filled.
Some holes never become whole.
Our love would be put to test,
And all ends well if we love best,
Our nest shall bloom, lest,
We would end up blaming

our follies without rest.

Perfection is just an illusion,
A fanatsy, an imagination!
What real is our defects,
That created an unevenness
which we can’t neglect
But our union has a conclusion,
Our uniformity and completion
We will then feel perfect

in our imperfections.