A matching jig-saw piece

by ThomasBlackburn   Apr 1, 2008


I don't know why its perfect,
Always here, a happy assistance.
We never put up a resistance.
Shes held close whenever she can be.
Shes treasured and also an envy,
Pheromones surround an aura, of euphoria.
I wont dare to compare it.

A complimentary existence,
A matching jigsaw piece.
The anti resistance,
A keyhole to the keys.

It will be okay
If the roads go rough,
We go through another day
Warm embraces smooths the tough away.

I'm gonna open doors,
And find the hidden floors.
I will be the friend, and I never will pretend.
You can count on this without the numbers,
You can risk your trust unlike the others.

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