Senses

Listen to the tapping of the falling rain
And you’d hear the beating of my heart
Whispering nothing but your name —
A love so true, a music that won’t stop.

Caress the soft rays of the beaming sun
And you’d feel the warmth of my embrace
Soothing your spirit, clasping your hand —
A balm that takes the worry off your face.

Savor the dampness of the morning breeze
And you’d taste the flavor of my love
As sweet as those saccharine toffees —
A special treat for you from up above.

See Mother Nature’s painting before you
And you’d notice the bareness of my soul
Resilient yet gentle, trusting and true —
A simple abode of things that are humble.

Smell the freshness of the morning dew
And you’d sniff the scent of my bliss
My regrets and worries, they are very few —
A simple life I live, your kiss is all I miss.


//Sherma E. Benosa
09 November 2007; 3:09am