Tear apart my chest and write love poems on my soul. You are the one, the one that will play the role, the role in my game, a game called make me whole. All of my life. I’ve been waiting, waiting all this time. My heart pours a potion, a potion to tie you in, into my motion, rocking along but never The Game of back and forth, just an endless ocean, of uncompromising bliss. Take this kiss. Multiply it times a never ending moment, a moment with no remiss, no deadline, a million lifetimes of that one single breath you stole, the breath that ended my search when I found you, my whole.