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Until we find those that fit,
Searching for the right ones
Until our lives come together bit by bit.
Some pieces just come together
While others are completely wrong,
We move them all around
Until we find where they belong.
Bad feeling and resentment
And other pieces that have no place,
Our desire for happiness and contentment
Are all our saving grace.
We strive to find those pieces
The ones that fit just fine,
Putting them together
Is just our master plan.
There is nothing worse than finding
that your puzzle nearly done,
The very last piece is missing
you wonder where it's gone.
But one day it will turn up
and you slot it in it's place,
The satisfaction is enormous
and the smiles back on your face.
You were that missing piece
and finding you was sweet,
I can stop the searching now
My puzzle is complete.