There is one exclamation I have not yet shared
One subtle sigh I've not let be HEARD
It brings me an aching joy none have yet SEEN
A soft flow that few have FELT beneath them
A sweet glisten that's not yet been TASTED
A floral perfume so little have SMELLED
It belongs to me as of now, as I've willed it
It finds me frequently, to leave just as swiftly
and I bear the senses it's left behind...