My nose can sense what my eyes cannot –
The sweet scent of your tumbling locks,
The way your hair curls ‘round your ear
As I breathe you in and pull you near.
My eyes can’t find what my hands can touch –
The way your skin feels, soft and lush,
Your pointed nose and dainty cheeks,
The warmth and safety that I seek.
My eyes don’t work but my ears sure do,
I hear your whispered “I love you”.
You may not know it, but I can hear
The sound you make when you smile, my dear.
I taste the salty tears you shed
When you curl up sad in our bed.
And when I kiss those tears away,
I know that I improve your day.
I do not see you with my eyes
But it should come as no surprise
That with my other senses four
I know all that I need to. And more.