I would give anything to be a synesthete. 
I would give up anything to be a synesthete, 
To taste maple syrup when you whisper in my ear; 
Just the slight sensation of your words in my ear
And I would hear the ocean, feel its mist and I would
Hear the lull of my mother's lullaby. Her words would 
Bring me back to the sweet feel of strawberries that I taste
When your eyes sweetly feel for my taste.