Everyday, I'd see someone,
who yet had no face:
I'd be drawn to this one.
Ready or not, I'd leave without a trace.
Everyday, I'd see someone,
who yet had no eyes:
I would still be drawn.
Conversing, I couldn't even try.
Yet, drew closer;
this love would never falter.
I tried to do my part;
and I would never depart.
Holding her,
I could never be an other.
Because if ever we broke,
I'd just have awoke.