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.