Whole
March 29, 2018
I don’t like to think that you are my other half
I was whole before I met you
A full human being.
One body so breathtaking
That you wouldn’t be able to touch me without returning,
Fingertips encased in lustrous gold.
A mind so complex you couldn’t begin to understand
The intricate thoughts and knotted threads of conceptions
A soul so virtuous and beautiful
Like an aged vase rimmed with devotion and tenderness
Admiration and passion seeping through the small vein-like fractures
You would like to think you complete me.
But
I
Am
Whole
One mind, one body, one soul.
