Mary62708's "My love" is a short poem about missing someone so closely tied to the speaker that their absence feels physical. In the first stanza, the speaker remembers a time when the two were perfectly matched: heartbeats lined up, breaths shared, "mind and body / heart and soul." The closeness is described as almost literal, as if one person's body responded to the other's.
The second stanza shifts to the present. The person is gone, but the speaker insists they are "always linked." What they miss is not just the person but the sensation of them: "feeling you / hearing you." The last line is the most striking. The loved one is "the one I made and the one who made me." That could suggest a child, or it could simply mean two people who shaped each other. The poem doesn't say, and the ambiguity adds to its tenderness. The mood is quiet, aching, and devoted, with grief softened by a sense that the bond hasn't broken.