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.
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