What it takes to make us two
is unknown. I have no clue
of what to do.

What it takes to return for more
is hidden, has no core.
It changes and divides.
It looks up and it hides,
it has a knack for messing up insides.

Sometimes all’s too much to handle,
all’s too heavy to carry
and you worry about finding someone you can marry.
Light a candle, light your heart,
there’s more in there, even if unclear its touch.

There’s something out there that will never feel too much.