To feel the wind,
To see a flower,
To hear the trees,
To smell perfume
And the taste of tears.
All these are just a touch
Of the depth of love.
A scope that cannot
Be measured
By touch or sight
Or nose, nor finger or ear.
It is only for
The Lover's Heart
To understand.
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