Puzzle Pieces

I've discovered something of magick,  
My metabolism has always been quick,  
And where my waist curves towards myself,  
Is where your arms belong, to wrap around myself,  
The spaces between my fingers,  
Are the spaces for your fingers,  
The curve of the side of my neck, and my shoulder,  
Is the space for your head to rest, during your stormy weather,  
The canals of my ears,  
Are the entrances for your words, and your cheers.  

My eyes,  
Are the windows, through which I fill my cup with your beauty, like twilight skies.  
Each nasal cavity,  
Is the space for your scent of beauty,  
My brain,  
Is the holder for our memories, and your knowledge, to remain,  
My heart,  
The vault for your love, fears, and soul, to keep them unmarred.  
And the air next to me,  
Is the space where you are ment to be.  
 
I am an unfinished puzzle, and no matter how many pieces I find,  
I am missing your pieces, because our fates are intertwined.