Sense of Love

If I were to taste the sweet nectar of your saliva that pollinates within your strawberry lips. If I were to drink all the water from the fountain of your voice to quench my dry oceans. If I were to bloom as a red rose in the midst of the desert to smell the angelic scent of your spring. If I were to watch through the night for the blazing beauty of your sun rise as a dream. If I were to drift as a cloud and feel the colours of your rainbow weave my half heart to one. Then would that justify my senses' deep love for you? Justify why my sixth sense intensely longs for you? Longs for that sense that I could only experience through you. The sense that intensifies the other senses' till they vanish. And somehow gives life to a multitude of senses That I know nothing of how to sense. But brings such a great sense of ecstcies and desires That only makes me know that my soul Is undergoing through something more than senses and does not let me know what kind of thing it is Which makes me love the life that I live in when with you.