Poem: Senses

I see the hope that has my future.

I taste the stress that holds my tongue.

I feel the love that is on my arm.

I hear the thoughts that make me cry.

I smell the desire that wants it all.

These are the things that make me love you.

These are also the things that brings me pain for you.

I chose them all just because they are you.

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