Perfect Fit

Perfect Fit

June 6-2006

I used to think we fit
Nestled in your shoulder blade
Now my perception is twisted
Somewhere along the way I must of missed it
Either I have molded
Or you had folded
One of us had changed
Because my style had become
Completely rearranged

Face to face
And eye to eye
I have seemed to find my niche
We line up almost asymmetrically
As I have found the most perfect fit
We snuggle and tangle
Until we become one
We rustle and bustle
Until the job is finally done

One heart we have become
And this game of love we have won
For now I no longer remember
My recent endeavors
Or what life was like
Without loving you and being in your arms