Two Halves of a Single Whole

I remember…
…the feeling when we held each other while standing and how sweetly well practiced we were together, fitting like two halves of a single whole. 
From a Writer Unknown
I want you to hold me in your arms….
Make me feel safe from harm
My hands over your shoulders,
Your hands on my waist
Whisper in my ear tell me I am gonna be safe
Make me forget all of my stress
While my head is buried in your chest.