They say puzzle pieces fit perfectly,
It's the same when I am with you,
I guess what they say must be true,
Puzzle pieces that seem to find their way to make a perfect picture,
If only I could paint that picture with you,
We may not say it but I knew,
Knew what you wanted,
Was what I wanted too,
Our bodies were like mere images of the pieces,
Between all the folds and creases,
How oddly arranged but fit together in such symphony,
Similarly and differently,
Like how you can carry me in your arms,
Or how my head can rest on your chest,
Like how your arms wrap around my entire body,
Or how my tiny hands fit in your gigantic ones,
Like how our bodies grasp for air in our lungs,
or how I can hear your heart beat as quick as mine,
Like the way you can make me arch the back of my spine,
Its the small things that makes us in sync,
and who were we to think,
That in a blink,
We were in fact,
In all the act,
Just mere puzzle pieces who found each other at last.