Love senses 

I can taste the aromas of my
On the tip of my tongue
I can smell the perfume of love over
The years that has dissipated within me
What I can’t see is how I will
Be when I’m eulogized
I can hear the sounds of my
Childhood and my mother’s voice
Crying out to me lovingly to just
Touch me in my golden years

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