The human race has a flaw until life is complete.
Every soul holds their own personality puzzle.
One side used for the life's learnings,
Another inducted into the physical health.
A part with the socialism of the minglerr,
And to last, for deep loving love.

My puzzle missed an entire side.
And the edges there curved off,
As it nothing belonged there.
A fact difficult to bear.

Love's piece does not fit,
Into my puzzle.
Thus life will never feel above
Because its made in vain to love,

Only for me.