She was a girl,
A patchwork girl,
Wrapped in a quilt of rainbows,
Stitched together by moonlight and shadows.
Each patch had a name,
Sunshine and rain,
Laughter and pain,
Loss and gain
And everything that kept her sane.
And he was a boy.
A clockwork boy,
With clockwork precision,
Made precise decisions.
Turning like an amusement park ride
Gears and cogs,
Sense and logic,
Science and magic,
And everything that imitated life
She felt too much,
He felt not enough,
She had nothing to give but patches and smiles,
And he had nothing to give but smiles and time,
Between glances and dances,
Time, smiles and patches
Together they wound up the watches,
all they could ever want and need together,