And The Two Shall Become One Poem by Mary Champion

I'm just a fraction of a whole,
need someone to complete my soul,
somehow I have to make the number one.
But ‘til I've worked my value out
there's bound to be some room for doubt.
How will I know when my computing's done?

My calculation has to be precise.
Approximation here will not suffice.
I can't round up or down or make a guess,
inaccuracy only makes a mess.
The sum of our two numbers has to be
exactly one to make a unity
that time and tide can never break apart,
and leave two fractions of a broken heart.

I'm just a portion of a sum
that has to tally up to one.
I obviously need a supplement.
But, ‘til I know my value well,
there'll be no way that I can tell
when I have found my perfect complement.