You

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I wasn’t born with eyes

Born without the urge for light, it bothered me not

But you were light and beauty and suddenly I couldn’t remember the darkness.


I wasn’t born with ears

Born without the urge for music, it bothered me not

But you were music and laughter and soon I forgot the silence.


I wasn’t born with a tongue

Born without the urge for speech, it bothered me not

But you were speeches and questions, suddenly I forgot to be mute.


I wasn’t born with nostrils

Born without the urge for breath, it bothered me not

But you were breath leaving me breathless and soon all I could do was breathe.


I wasn’t born with a face

Born without the urge for an identity, it bothered me not

But you were, in a way, my identity, my direction and soon I could lead.


Simply put

I wasn’t born human

Born without blood, skin and bones, I hid that it bothered me

Yet, You, full of blood, flesh and bones, You made me feel human.


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