Life is so incomplete
And I’m in love with it.
There is always that little something
A missing jigsaw piece
A poem incomplete
A novel half read
Yet I do not regret
I’m in love
I’m in love with my incomplete life.
There is always that folksy someone
An uncertain ‘see-you-later’
A dialogue flawed halfway
A wit not caught
Yet I do not regret
I’m in love
I’m in love with my incomplete life.
There is always that special place
A Bohemian dream never seen
An idyllic blue calling again
A native green rushing by
Yet I do not regret
I’m in love
I’m in love with my incomplete life.
There is always that delicate heartstring
A flaming bond, fiery red,
An unrequited love, spoken unspoken
A brimming silence, lost words
Yet I do not regret
I’m in love
I’m in love with my incomplete life
There is always a little more,
A hope, a smile, a touch, a dial,
A little more to reach out for
A little more to live out for
A little incompleteness, a little more
And I’m so much in love
In love with my incomplete life