The smell of old newspapers, <br />That reminds me of dad, <br />The taste of juice, <br />That my love has had. <br /> <br />The sound of my son, <br />Giggling with glee, <br />His lips touch my face, <br />When he kisses me. <br /> <br />The sight of community, <br />In harmony, <br />All stood as one, <br />Peaceful as can be. <br /> <br />Smell <br />Taste, <br />Sound, <br />Touch, <br />Sight. <br /> <br />Now I know, <br />Why our senses, <br />Do exist, <br />Experiencing love, <br />We cannot resist, <br />Taking in those feelings, <br />In we soak them so, <br />Straight into our heart, <br />So love can overflow.<br /><br />Aisha Sherazi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/experiencing-love-through-the-senses/
