Complete
COMPLETE
How sweet the night, my love you came to me
from out of dreams I'd dreamt within my past.
They weaved the spell and made my life to be
in need of you, before I breathed my last;
and all my days of feeling less than whole
were counted in my life of passing years,
though discontent, I guessed a restless soul
was but the price I pay, with all the tears,
for being borned and being let to stay,
and little did I guess, or even feel
that all I've been's existing day to day,
and incomplete, but never really real.
And how complete you've made my life to be,
as if you've found the heart and breath of me.
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