184 – Love’s Five Senses

five sensesAs sweet fruit is to the tongue
Is the kiss on the lips
As perfume arouses the nose
Is the fragrance of the rose
As gentle to the ear
Is the knocking heart you hear
As the thrill of the touch
Is the embrace so much
As love enters the eye
Is the birth of a sigh
A Drinking Song

“Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye:
That’s all we know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh”
W.B. Yeats

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