This life is dark
Bleak at best
We scour the world
For the one being we crave

The other half to the dying soul
In which is inside us all
Some may never find the other
Some have already given up
The other half for a fake

This soul can say the fakes are now over
The true test of time
Has shown its beautiful face
The other half in which this soul
Has longed for so hast finally shown

By a stretch of luck
a sliver in time
These two souls have found one another
And soon will be one again