I HeartSense
My ear presses against thy heart
I hear it beat, we art never apart
My hand blesses thy hearts prayer
And its love, mine hand wear
My eyes feast on thy heart crimson red
By its nectar, mine heart eyes are fed
My palette taste thine heart sweet
And by my tongue, thy soul I meet
My nose senses thine hearts perfume
Wert in my heart thy heart consume…
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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