Perfect Is Two

I don't expect anyone to understand this poem. It's written in imitation of a famous (and favorite) poem by e.e. Cummings. You kind find that here:
http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~remzi/Poems/onetimesone.html
This is to mimic his poem in a way that uses the same rhythm, meter, rhyme scheme, and often language, in order to portray the same idea, which I hope you'll figure out. :)
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when someone once told me there’s no such thing
(and I didn’t think they
could say
it so)
even the unbelieving would laugh
(at their lack
doubt
misconduct of math)
there’s nothing as felt as pain

there became you and suddenly me
(and unbelievers
will try
to know)
the reason for tears when such is found
(we’re perfect
up
down and around)
it’s harder than one, two, three

there’s never entire without some gone
(to those who believe
and say
it’s true)
with you and with empty I’m finally complete
(where the yes
no
will once again meet)
a wait if its real is for long

love is the thing that is mentioned in books
(and the unbelieving
will nod
and away)
but black and pages cannot recite
(take a guess
wrong
again and rewrite)
the way that we must not look

the someone they said wasn’t real will be you
(and I will know
we’re right
at last)
and the unbelieving will laugh at their own
(look at love
run
leading to home)
perfect is something like two.