For what does I love you mean, to one who has no use of the heart? ...
It's like describing the colors of a rainbow,
To one who cannot see.
Like writing braille about a most refined melody,
To one who cannot hear.
Trying to convey the touch of the skin,
To someone whose neurons have gone numb.
Explaining what is sweet and what is bitter,
To someone who was born without a tongue.
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