Incomplete, what I once believed
When felt only half of me
The world believes me great
None knowing my inner hate
Though I loved to spread light
My inside was an eternal night
No stars as far as I could see
No desire or passion, only need
Then the gentle moon arrived
With a star to set me free
Giving me knowledge of a full life
Filling my empty heart with glee
Though toil and suffering I’ve endured
The time that passed had been redeemed
For I’ve never known something so pure
As that which giveth the other half of me
