I would recognize your touch,
And your hair is something I would get lost in.
You cannot sneak up on me,
The smell of berries and sunshine follow you everywhere.
You see me before I see you,
No matter how large the crowd or how dark the night, I surround you.
Like cool Ukonome waters,
Your embrace eases and comforts me.
I search for your eyes,
I want to reach for you,
I feel your calls sometimes,
You do not know me.
We have not been introduced.
We have never been apart.
Who Am I?
- Wado
- Wer den Harnisch anlegt soll sich nicht ruehmen wie ein der den abgelegt hat.