She is the Yin to my Yang





The wings of a humming bird beat oh so fast, like the pulse of a star that we see from the past, but i have sensed something much much stronger and i can hardly bear it very much longer, her heart beats with a steady pace and suddenly my thoughts begin to race, when can i meet her, is she really real, does she feel the same, and yet it still causes me pain, because the yin to my yang is off yonder, but i cant resist the temptation to hold her, embrace her, and wisk away her pain, because she is the missing link, the last piece of the puzzle, she is the yin to my yang.