One lined poem: puzzled portrait

You came

smartly boxed as a jig saw puzzle -

an infinite number of pieces

of a promising idea -

in my life

You became

the portrait of your self -

never finished, always moving

and forever part of me -

my wife

(Hi poets! Do you have that too: there is one phrase without a specific object and certainly without anything like an image of the final form — in this case the jig saw puzzle- and only after steadfastly trying, a poem unfolds. Sure, I am no Mozart, if the myths of Mozart are the truth.)

Note: I tried to edit the text of the first half without any reminiscence of a shape, the second half ……

And by now I can add that the prompt is inspiring. Thank you, Anita.