We are woven in
    Different fabrics.

Some may think
      This makes us
   Incompatable.

But when you wear me,
You'll see that we
       feel good together.

When we feel incompatable
and I search my choices for the wrong one
I find none.

I have worries that buss around my head
like the wasps who were nesting in our roof.
There one day, gone the next.

We are masters of the rational.
When heart is gone,
lets see how you fit, how I fit
like peices in a jigsaw,
to make a better whole.