True Love

by Whitney   Sep 16, 2005


I'm so confused
I don't comprehend
We are so different
Yet we fit.... perfectly
Like every piece of a jigsaw
We seem to come together
to make a beautiful master piece
of our own design
How do we fit perfectly at every corner
at every angle
We have no flaws together
not one hole
We mend one another's wounds
So that we become one flawless piece of work
That everyone admires
Because we together
Become one of the greatest works of art
Known to many as
True Love

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