What strives to feel another
Touch them and be together
What wishes to feel breath
And laugh off death
What needs to be held
And into another meld
To taste pure ecstacy
To fly and be free
To escape this shell
And hear those bells

It's a part of us we hide
Far deep inside
Waiting to be released
To give the mind a feast
Of confusion and bliss
A thing without we miss
Even never knowing it
It happens and just fits
What am I?
This thing without we wither
This that binds one another