Puzzle<p>Am I your possession, or am I your counterpart?
A prize to place upon the shelf, or a beat within your heart?
When you breathe my love, is it fresh or is it stale?
Can you keep it in, or do you need to exhale?
When you drink from my cup, can you bring yourself to swallow?
When I take the lead, do you really want to follow?<p>Like a well used puzzle, our edges are all frayed
The picture is distorted, the picture a little grayed
The pieces are all loose, but the image is the same
The puzzle of our love, will always remain<p>Copyright - John Kubiak 2002