Finally

I am the wooden guitar frame, you are the strings
We are new to these things
We are made for each other dont you think?
Molded and designed carefully so it wouldn't klink
You have been searching to others for your purpose
But they always end up loose
Again you began your journey
Until you find your way to me
I was crafted by two,
For you to be part into
I was attached to you
As you were attached to me
Tied your ends at my ends
And for the first time, we felt complete and perfect