At first she'll shield herself
In a morning thick fog
Looming as far as you can see
Like a missing puzzle piece
Impossible to find
But if you can connect with her mind
Without the essence of touch
Then the fog will clear
And now you will see her
Because it's all a test
And if you've proven to her
That you're not like the rest--
The ones that left,
She'll give you all her curves,
Edges, and flaws.
Willingly, she'll give you her all.