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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