The Final Piece

She wasn't love at first sight, no spark,
But something about her left a mark.
Her presence, bright yet cold, held sway,
And drew me in, like a moth to a flame's play.

Not love, no—just an attraction fierce,
A force too strong for me to pierce.
Her smile, a puzzle, real or fake,
Her aura a power, no room could forsake.

She owned the space, a queen of grace,
Her beauty, unmatched, time couldn't erase.
I wonder, is it bias that I speak?
Or is she the rarest treasure I seek?

She seemed the piece I'd been missing,
The story's twist, the ending's blessing.
The last piece of the pie, the final link,
The thing that made everything perfect, I think.

We shared common ground, shared laughter, fights,
But never tears, those hidden nights.
Why the happy moments, yet no sorrow to share?
Was it because I didn't want pity to be there?

Love born of pity is hollow, I knew,
Been there before, it never rings true.
So I let her go, let her find her way,
She's the one in charge, I'll obey.

A pawn, I felt, in her grand game,
But the love I felt was never the same.
It wasn't pity, not a shred of it,
It was love that burned in every bit.

I always gave more, I always cared,
Knew in my soul I'd always be there.
To die for her, in a second, I would,
But love's question lingered, misunderstood.

Why did I fall? Was it her light?
Her presence calm, her soul so bright.
Was it knowing she'd always stand tall,
And love me, even when I fall?

She's pure and fiery, a force of her own,
A love like none I've ever known.
But words unspoken, they stay inside,
A truth I carry, a secret I hide.

Yet if I ever regret a thing,
It's not saying it, the joy it could bring.
Remember this, should time ever part,
My heart will hold you, though arms may not start.

In all my dreams of life's perfect view,
One thing remains—the constant truth:
You.