Senses

If the eyes are the mirror of the soul--
Why can't I see you?
Are my eyes so blind that I cannot accept what I see?

The beauty of my love for you needs not sight to bask in the warmth of the joy in my heart.
I need all of my senses to savor your presence in my life.
I close my eyes and hear the soft syllables that overwhelm my sense of feeling.
As you say my name, my heart rises up in anticipation of what is to follow.

Your touch, gentle yet strong, evokes memories of long walks together,
of sunrise on the beach and loving caresses under moonlight. It was never behind me but along side of me and many times slightly ahead, laughing, smiling, urging me to hurry forward.

With my eyes closed, I feel your presence from the exhilarating fragrance of my favorite perfume. You wear it because you understand how crazy it makes me. You wear it because you love me and I, in turn, so greatly love you. You smell fresh after a shower yet earthy in the morning when we cuddle. Many days it is hard to leave your bed.

You are an awesome woman and I am extraordinarily lucky to be a part of your life. You bring out the very best in me, now and what still lies ahead.