I would say that
Yes,
You complete me,
but not in the way
of our partial, imperfect hearts
joining
to make the
whole
I mean that
your love
makes me
who I am,
inspires me
to become all
that I can
to mean something
in this world, by
meaning something
to it,
to impact someone
who impacts more than one,
to make a difference,
so that nothing is ever
the same
again,
to understand
on a deeper level,
to love on a higher ground,
and achieve on a different plane,
to stand for something
uniquely universal,
and to
love you
for the rest of
this life.
And so,
Dear Sculptress,
Take me in your hands
and
make me
with you.
Beyond Panic 