Sunday, April 19

Senseless

Without sight I could still see Your gentle eyes caressing me Your warm smile lighting my soul Your timeless beauty making me whole Without sound I could still hear Your presence, it is so very near Your voice woven from the finest silk Your lilting laughter, banishing the dark Without scent I could still sense Honey and cinnamon, your unique fragrance Dew and sunshine breezing from your hair Cleansing the stench of ugly despair Without touch I could still feel Your skin, your body, all surreal Your every curve, your every line Your perfect imperfections sublime Without sight, sound, scent and even touch Without the senses I rely upon so much Your presence will forever hold true That is how much I truly love you.