Friends and Senses

Like fine gems..
They sparkle with pride…
Blinding my eyes;
but not my sight.

Like Beethoven..
They symphonize with glory…
Deafening my ears;
but not my hearing.

Like fine wine..
They savor with passion…
Numbing my tongue;
but not my taste.

Like the rose garden..
They aromatize with splendor…
Desensitizing my nose;
but not my smell.

Like April showers..
They poured with fury…
Drenching my skin;
but not my touch.

Like heaven sent angels..
Friends ascended into my life…
Filling up my senses;
of sight, hearing, taste, smell, and touch.

I dedicate this poem and this page to the people who have been a special part of me. They filled up my senses in so many ways and I am proud that they are a part of me. Thank you, all you beautiful people and Bubble, Prada, Baileys, gangun, Jazzy, Toystory, Keiko, Yuanfen, bluesky, Sherene, Color of the Wind, Boeng, 5201314, Taichu, Bao, Hermia, Small, Wildcathk, Tall LA, laulau, snakegal, kitkat-lover, Loving Touch, Mizzle, Natasha, Qris, Reen, Ritchie, Shiseido, siany, SkyNo9, wktan, KobeBryant, Garfield, hotdragon, crazydog, and Sunny, this is your page.