If you were the saw to a magic box, I'd be the one inside. If you forgot the spell to make me whole, I'd be fine just with you alone. If you grew tired of my half-self, i'd conceal it somehow, long as you smile. Because you, you, are the love of my life.
If you were gone, I'd chase you. If it seems too dramatic, I beg of you, notice the truth in these lines. Look in the mirror, and gaze as I do, at the light you shine. Because you, you, are a mystery, even with all I know.