Can Love Make It Fit

How do you pluck at my strings?
How is that you make me sing?
Even with pain I come back for more.
Only you, is who I adore.
Why sometimes are we better than good,
And other times I would run if I could?
When you give yourself lovingly,
I fantasize it lasting eternally.
Why do parts of us fit, as if we are one,
And other parts repel feeling like we are done?
Pulling and pushing, but not always in sync,
How can we get together? What do you think?
Walking away was never an easy task.
Trying to put on a show, or put on a mask.
Trying to hide the love we share.
Attempting to deny that we are a pair.
How do I love you? More ways then I want.
Visions of us will only taunt.
Distracting me from obtaining my goals.
How can I have you completely, heart and soul?