I would not long for music if I’d never heard a note,
Nor miss the feel of a ship on a swell if I’d never boarded a boat.
I was content to stay inside until I glimpsed outdoors,
My hands were content to be empty ’til the day that they first held yours.
As eyes that had seen only black and white could never imagine blue
So I could not conceive of a person I’d need until I met you.