Let me be the final piece of your God-given jigsaw
We can be a most perfect match, rawer than raw, thawing the ages of ice – ice-ages if you like – even if you do come with far more of the necessary parts
I dunno, a given right there, maybe… perhaps
A daft amount of desperation, some may say even as much as a momentary lapse of sorts, lapse of concentration on my own behalf
I sought you out from the very beginning and now I want nothing more than to be your striking sensation
Picking you up, bringing nothing but a fierce degree of unsuspected elation back into your life
Do me this one favour and swallow me whole, why don’t you?