Boxes and circles that fit

Imperfect pieces created
Imperfect pieces created
My pride was giving my weakness
My pride was giving my weakness.
But with you, it became a must
To give my weakness, give my trust.

Every man roaming to find
Every man roaming to find
A missing piece called a rib
A missing piece called a rib.
Circles trying to fit triangles,
Different arks uniting at one angle

Till you came to my emotions
Till you came to my emotions
Three words. You complete me
Three words. You complete me.
Square pegs was all I had in a hole,
Till you came to play a better role

You want not what I own, you want me,
From first sight, I knew we are to be,
You carved my heart from its circle,
Fit into your heart’s square. A miracle.
Your love is my suitable ford,
I love you till I find a better word.

Tomide Abdul