I recall the night we first held hands
and the way they fit together,
like two pieces in a jigsaw puzzle,
or like snow in winter weather.
That night my heart skipped fifty beats
and if what they say is true,
that we're all pieces in a puzzle,
I hope mine is next to you.
We'd fit together perfectly,
never need to be released.
If life's a giant jigsaw,
could I be your missing piece?
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