What it means to miss, no mortal can define
Two lives held apart, meant to be be combined
Its not a want for sympathy, but being understood
More than just a touch, but sharing something good.
Thoughts become an echo, unless they can be heard
A heart is set at ease, by the magic in a word
And eyes do have a way, in quiet yet they speak
A pool where two can swim, awakened from their sleep.
The Rational Element 