The Soul Within

What good is good, without Evil? Or god, without the Devil? Or the stars without Darkness? Or happiness without Sadness? The latter are the very reason for the existence of the former, And yet, they cannot co-exist in anything but in you and me and him and her; Whit is positivity, if there is nothing negative, You need to die, or there's no point to live; You can't define what's masculine, You'll first need to compare it with something feminine; You need them together, like a pen and ink, Like chain and a link; Like an instrument and music, Like a candle and a wick; Like words and poetry, Like leaves and a tree; Like a lace and a shoe, Like this poem and you.