Puzzle Piece

I spent my life working the same puzzle over and over.
Most difficult puzzle I will ever do.
No pictures, no box it came in.
Just pieces of my life scattered and lost.
I was in search of the final piece.
The piece that holds it all together.
One look across the room, one touch, I knew the search was over.
My last piece had been found, it was you.
At one time that piece went missing again, I was lost.
How did I get this far?
How did I go on?
I had faith, I never gave up, I struggled on that final piece.
It turned out more than a puzzle piece, but a piece of my soul.

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