You throw in another piece.
Turning it this way and that,
Knowing it has a purpose.
I can't figure you out,
No matter the time I spend sitting here, thinking of you.
Won't you give me a hint,
For I think I only need one more.
But you refuse to make life easy on me
Lift me up to cruise the bliss then shove me down to the bowels of despair.
But I won't give in, won't give up,
You're far to important to let slip through my fingers.
Just imagining the final image,
When all these pieces fit together,
Will be worth the confusion and rage encountered before.
This puzzle controls my life, consumes my soul.
I dream of you, I think of you, I speak of you.
I all but have the final piece of you and it has yet to appear.
I believe in me for once in my life,
While others still do not.
Where do you fit into all of this, I must know,
Before it all begins to ache and we begin to fade away.
I don't want to let you go, I will use all my lasting strength,
To hold you against me.