The text of this poem could not be published because of Copyright laws.
Perfection..The kind of love that knows no beginning or end...the kind filled with tragedy and bliss. The perfect kind that one cannot survive without the other. Walking this planet with a hole in your heart the shape of another...you become one and take on a new being. One of perfect love....perhaps too perfect from the beginning to ever last....just one lifetime...so...you see them in the next.
Pieces from different puzzles brought together in a moment of bliss to make an even greater picture.Love Duncan
FULL. subtle. resurrection of the purest kind hail mary full of grace ted hughes amazing lace
How can you say it isn't about perfect union? They are completing each other, perfectly. This poem is about the joy and ecstasy a couple finds when they create a perfect union.
This isn't about a perfect union...I don't know how anyone can say that.
This poem is a best example for the perfect union.Really it takes time to create perfect being.It may also read as a poem which celebrates the birth of the upcoming baby which shares the nature of both mother and father.
This deserves a place among the world's great original poems - and should translate well. But will the person who posted it check the end of the line 'can easily' which looks ungrammatical or wrongly punctuated, and correct the spelling of 'stitches', and just check it all again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is the most wonderful poem i have ever read! ! ! although im young this is my definition of perfect love! ! !