Senses Of Love .

My eyes, honey in color and pear in shape, 

they capture. 

Thousands and thousands of still images and memories that illuminate and live in the deepest corners of my heart. 
The image of when our eyes first met. 
The smile you give me that says "I adore you," and the look of love I see reflected back at me. Each one burned and etched within me. Images that thrive in my subconscious.

My ears, also masters of capturing. 

Millions of tones, frequencies... voices. 
Sounds that if heard ten years from now, would still be remembered and ring true. The sound of your whisper recognized forever, even though dormant in my heart. A whisper played in my mind, that my soul dances to, without music.

My touch. Vibrations sent through my fingertips, 

yet felt through my heart and a warmth sent down my spine. 
How the rain felt as it fell on our bare skin, or the touch of your fingers as they graced my lip.

Smell. Taste. 
Senses used to savor all my moments and memories created. 
The smell of your cologne spruced neck. 
The taste of our first meal shared.  
Each one taken, stored... savored.

It is through my senses I form my bonds.

Bonds to 

your images I see,

your voice I hear,

your hands I touch, 

your cologne I smell,

and memories...

I can still taste.

It is through my senses I form my bonds.

The bond... of love.