Upon her face and skin there were speckles,

A bit like mine though mine weren't freckles

Too nervous to show emotion,

Too fearful of attack,

Thanks to her my life's in motion,

Gone is the old me,

I'm never going back.

The introverted extrovert,

Met the extroverted introvert,

Both masking who they were in their own way.

In a strange new world I knew nothing about,

She was the only person who helped me out.

I learned how to talk, how to run and how to sing,

In return she asked for just one thing,

And in my final hours she gave it back,

Now she is the only thing I lack.