Half - a Poem By My Sister

A perfect segment, one curve, one line, Fits to the side of the same that is mine. You're half, not less, just half. Love is nurture, it has to be learnt, My Whole was given the time that you weren't. I'm hers, she's mine...then you. So why then do I feel this gold thread there? When I'm not even sure blood is thicker than air. Maybe it's the Grace at our centres.