So much passion altering from feeling to sensations, measuring the river with a broken cup. The alteration of emotions to the different motion of five senses, connecting everything to love, the way it should be. The sensation of recognition here is so keen that you could descry your beloved through all the senses, everything that let you out
but you recognize the outside because they come from within. And they are senses because of your inner senses.
Here your smelling sense connects your love, directly, to the garden of Eden.
I often wander how life would be without sight. I am pretty sure that our sense of smell would heighten and so those closest to us would be know by their sound and of course their aroma. I love the aromas of nature, especially those of my muse.
well done on this poem, its very good.