Each day that now begins the same:
"I want to be complete, not perfect"
These words that echo in my brain
And mingle till the night is over.
To be together till the dawn,
I want to melt into their form,
To make up something spring to life
And carry it back to the light.
The gift as precious as a gem,
I want to give it back to them.
To honour our solitude,
To give the silence a new tune.
But the...
