Incomplete

In every heart, a void we find,

A space that craves, a love entwined,

For all men incomplete, it's clear,

Without a woman's love held near.

Her touch, a balm, in darkness' night,

A beacon strong, a guiding light,

In her embrace, we find our home,

Where seeds of love and care are sown.

With gentle grace, she tends the soul,

In her, our broken pieces whole,

Her love, a song, forever sung,

In unity, two hearts as one.

In strength and kindness, she does thrive,

A force that keeps our dreams alive,

All men are incomplete, we see,

Without a woman's love, set free.

So let us honor, cherish, and adore,

The women who our hearts explore,

For in their love, we find our way,

In their embrace, we long to stay.