I never know quite what to say
when people ask about you.
"Tell me about this new guy,"
they'll ****, curious as to who
has brought about this change in me. 

But how do I explain you to them?
Do I tell them you're the most
flawless amalgamation of parts
I've ever witnessed? That my soul 
recognized yours within seconds
and I was comfortable enough
to let you sew me back whole again?

I can't describe you adequately,
but I can guess that they see,
can tell by the change in me,
that baby, you're perfect for me.