What does it feel to be a jigsaw pieced together

An enzyme bound to its substrate

A faultless union for a reaction

Where one sees no flaw but perfection

What does it feel to not have to struggle

To not have to fight

To not have to sorrow

Where joy is an effortless daily pleasure

Perhaps there is no simplicity

Only years of tears and impassable obstacles

Perhaps life was never meant to be easy

Perhaps laughter is a prize worth fighting for

Perhaps love is but a journey partners travail

And I’ll love him, yes I will…