Yin and Yang

I wanted to draw, but I suppose I'll just write
About Yin and Yang, the wrong and the right
I suppose they are all they seem,
Balanced, loved and cherished in dreams

Even this is wrong; I am Yang, I see
There is no way perfection shall ever be with me
I suppose that there are just things I cannot change,
Things that go the way I never planned them to

This has gone right; Yang, how can't you see?
I am Yin and you are joined to me
Perfection has always been yours,
And perfection shall continue to hold you

I wanted to draw, but I'll just write
About Yin and Yang: the Dark and the Light
I suppose for you, it is peace you seem to need
Of an Angel in your heart with a Demon in its seams