Love of Completion

Love of Completion
I woke one day to find a piece of my heart was missing,
Taken by a spoken word of a girl with eyes-tears a glistening
She said to me, I have been waiting, trying, making
Every attempt that I can to keep my heart from breaking,
Every mistake, all the pain I’ve taken
All for a man, whom his soul he has forsaken,
Why my love is my hand still shaking?
Why do I feel something warm and beating,
Pulsing like the air on a warm summer’s evening
In my hand? Look my love that thing I mentioned
It has veins and these things that look like a weird extension,
Wait, look, it shakes, it quakes…look my dear, it destroys, it creates.
Its your heart my love and its filled with hates
For everything you couldn’t completely animate
So let me repair it and then we can say
That I make you complete each and every day.