What do you hope to see?
I've watched as you move your lips,
murmuring inaudibly into the crisp winter breeze.
What are you trying to say?
You've sniffed at the air more than once,
with that roman nose slightly inclined.
Whose scent do you so effortlessly detect?
What do you hope to hear
by tilting your head ever so subtely,
whenever she has something to say?
Do shivers running throughout your body
make the fine hairs on your skin stand,
as her arm accidently brushes yours?
Let go of all five senses for a moment
and you will discover that the key to your soul as well as her's,
lies within your reach.
