"Do you know
Why God has given you
Gaps between fingers?"

So that one day
You find someone
To fill them up,
Holding hands forever.

"Then why is it, that
You have five fingers
And just four gaps?"

Because, in love,
One is zero
Two is infinity
And all else is flak.

"But do I really need
A hand to fit mine
Always?"

You have a choice.
Find the hand that fits
Or cross your own fingers
And become a cynical author.