Matchless Poem by Sandra Black

There is none that is a match
None that can fill patch
I am an empty puzzle
Briefly filled by ye

No one who is meant to be
Not one forever I beseech
A brief Interlude
A lovely prelude

The only moment of being completed
Was when he touched and left depleted
Smooth alabaster skin had ye
Never felt not smelr had she

She is the Pegasus
The flying mare
No perfect earthly pair
None she is beyond compare

A unicorn is she
As she searches relentlessly
For her very own bumble bee
While she drowns her sorrows in the sea