I guess I could sing for you
We both know the problem's not with my voice
I wish I could play the guitar
I'd make you melt with the sad, mellow tunes of my heart
And my words would carry a farther distance
But it's not my hands that can't follow a tune
Maybe I could learn the piano
And tickle your soul along with the ivories
But my fingers aren't holding me back
The seat of the throne has her own ideas
Passions and dreams and desires
An exuberant energy, wild, yet, undirected
Fiery yet inarticulate
Wide-eyed but wandering
Love's not a jigsaw puzzle
You can't start with the edges and slowly fill in the rest
You don't get all the pieces with your box
In search of the rest, you risk losing the ones you have
And you'll drop them from time to time
And you'll panic, searching the floor, under the tables, behind the couch
You'll grow discouraged
But just when you think you can't take it anymore
You'll have to trust that honest face in front of you
Open her hand
What she has for you
Might just complete you
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