If I touch a burning candle I may feel no pain, for I am numb.
If you were to steer me towards the sun I would cry for I am blind.
If you were to feed me hot food, I wouldn't feel a thing for my taste was robbed
If you were to pick roses for me I would caress the petals, squishing them, for I can't smell
And if you were to sing my dear I would die for I can not hear.
But my dear don't be upset. For I still can love deeply. And I still love you
