Sense of You
Sense of You
I see you in the glowing sky
Your eyes smiling blue
I hear you in the singing brook
The sound of laughing water
I breathe you in the fragrant flower
The scent of love-in-mist
I feel the touch of your soft hand
A trove of tender treasure
I taste your lips, your honeyed lips,
Melting in sweet ardor
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