So sorry for writing in lengthy ballad
Of dramatic tales these feelings valid
I guess I just saw a mysterious puzzle
Whose picture was missing a piece
That lacking threatened to muzzle
The potential inside for your peace
I beckoned "come hither ******,
My burdens are airy, and few;
I mean to heal not commit sin."
There was enough in me for you
My heart's peace could fit
Into your picture's missing void
Something you couldn't admit
You were always slightly annoyed