Don't go to your lover

With a begging bowl.

Be your own lover

And then let the love spill over.

Don't wait for him or her

To complete you,

But rather find the half you've been missing

Within you.

Only whole people

Can love each other,

People who are halves

Only need each other.

And need is not love 

But a compulsion,

That comes and goes,

And does not care for any particular home.