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The Missing Piece

The Missing Piece

Aching, the toughest thing in the world.
I've felt that.

That aching, 

Aching for something.

Something which I can't find,

Something which I'm yet to discover.

I know I miss something,

But I can't say what it is exactly.

Been travelling for long-long-time,

Far too many places,

Searching for what I miss, 

But all in vein.

It hurts.

It hurts more not knowing what you miss, 

Than knowing what you miss!

But now I've found the missing piece;

It's such a beautiful thing,

And the most beautiful of all things on all earths,

Which only a heart can feel it,

It's called love,

And I've found it through you!

My missing piece is you in my life,

It's the heart we both share together,

One love, one heart.

I love you, beautiful!

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