My Love

Before I met you
I was
    Incomplete.

Alone too - but
  That was okay,
    After all,
        Ultimately, we are
All Alone.

Incomplete, however,
    That I never learned
        to accept.
    For years I searched,
Finally Giving up –

Accepting the empty
    Part of me
      As a fact of life.
Then my love,

I Met You.
  Now I am whole.


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