For some time we search for a completion
To complete the inside
A butterfly found after long awaiting it
We sick with it becuase it cools us
Just imagining a still image of it is beautiful
Day by day we await completion
Hoping our burning candle doesn't go out before we are complete
Butterflies come and go not one perfect
Salty droplets showing we fear the end in the glass
Our life ending like the sands of time
Bit by bit a mountain arises below
Even when we are complete the sand continues
We shall not care because we have found it
A long last puzzle piece that actually fits
Hint:Love
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