Undirected Sensory Love Song

I see her smile
(her eyes crinkle so I know it’s a real smile)
And that’s all I need to see.
I hear her laugh
(the unplanned laugh of unexpected happiness)
And I know my purpose.
Her scent recollects
Spring mornings,
Summer days,
Autumn evenings,
And Winter nights.
Her hands are slender
(and fit in mine perfectly)
But strong.
And her lips…
Her lips taste like the ambrosia
That my Grandma makes at Christmas time.
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