Curse my sense of touch.
Because of it, I wouldn't have thought that the feeling of being in your arms felt like I was finally home.

Curse my sense of smell.
Because of it, I inhaled your aroma when I hugged you; it's addictive.

Curse my sense of hearing.
Because of it, I was able to hear your voice and every time you spoke it was so soothing and intriguing.

Curse my eyes.
Because of them, I was able to see your beautiful face.

Curse my mind, for keeping you there all the time
And curse my heart, for thinking you were the one.