You are, yin and yang,
two sides of a coin,
both frigid cold,
and fiery hot.

You fill me both,
with love and hate,
you know my thoughts,
yet you do not.

Buttons pushed
to irritate,
lips brushing neck,
to make-up.

Both sides,
is who you are,
but I love,
the one in the middle.

the real you,
the average of extremes,
the median of your thoughts,
that complete me.