From Perfection to Complication

He’s her strength, with him she’s weak

He’s her drug, with him she’s sick

He’s her cure, with him she’s hurt

He’s her boon, with him she’s cursed

He’s her reality, with him she’s fantasize

He’s her happiness, with him she cries

He’s her despair, with him she’s grieved

She’s his hope, with her he’s fulfilled

He’s her part

She’s her world.

~ Minmoy

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