I trusted my senses
to be true,
Until the moment I
met her.
Embodiment of beauty
was she,
And a rare gift of
nature.
I thought my eyes
had seen it all,
Until I caught a
glimpse of her sight.
So perfect and
poetic,
Even her silhouette
in the night.
I thought I had
heard it all,
Until I listened to
her sing.
So warm and
melodious,
Even her gentle
breathing.
I thought my nose
had smelt it all,
Until I caught a
whiff of her scent.
So soothing and
pleasant,
All the while
inherent.
I thought I had felt
it all,
Until my fingers
grazed her skin.
Sinfully supple and
tender,
Even softer than
satin.
I thought I had
tasted it all,
Until I felt her
kiss,
So divine and
heavenly,
A true taste of
bliss.
I thought I had
lived it all,
Until the moment I
met her,
I sprang to wake up,
Realized I'm just a
chronic dreamer.
