My Missing Part
On a crisp winter gust of wind he blew in.
Rousing me to wakefulness as he gently touched my skin
Just out of the blue
As if he knew
My existence had grown dim
And I needed him
And now at last I could see
The face to the angel of my fantasies
He rescued me
Just like a dream
I never believed would be
Released from hurtful negativity
He set me free
It was like looking into a mirror
I saw his soul of shimmer
A duplicate of mine
Destined to be combined
A placid giant in my eyes
He was the best of the human race
Secure in his arms of protection
I was greatly adored and with that safe
With a patient understanding
Simply kind and not demanding
Bringing out the best in me
Inspiring words of poetry
He whipped up a storm of passion in my heart
And with tenderness completed me
For he was my missing part
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