Five Senses of Love
THE SMELL OF FRESHLY WET GROUND
AND THE SOUND OF A WREN'S SONG,
ALONG WITH THE SIGHT OF A ROSE
ARE THOSE THINGS I HOLD DEAR.
BUT SHEER BLISS...
IS THE TOUCH OF YOU, BELOVED
AND THE TASTE OF YOUR KISS.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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