every morning she was blind

And every morning she was blind before she touched him.
And every morning she was lost before he hugged her.
And every morning she was small before she found him.
And every morning she was deaf before he kissed her.
And every morning she was cold before she saw him.
And every morning she was numb before he spoke to her.

And then one day she had the courage to be blind, lost, small, deaf, cold and numb. And another day she would let someone else touch her, find her, see her. And maybe someday hug him, kiss him, speak to him. And then they would see together, find each other, grow together, listen together, keep each other warm and feel together.