Whisper

I hear the sound of ticking clocks,
The squeaking woody stairs,
The early bird’s tweet,
I heed your sweet voice above all things.

I watch the sun set in the twilight,
I watch the waves rocking on boulder,
I watch the seagulls catching fish,
No chance I’m looking away from your eyes.

I smell roses from my grandma’s backyard,
I sense the delicious aroma of my mother’s cooking’s,
I get a snuffle from some astonishing scent,
I sniff a whiff of heaven on your debonair fragrance.

I may taste a gourmand extravagance,
I might just have a tang of the astounding,
I could even savour inconceivable gastronome delight,
I would never hand over the ludicrous delicacy of your lips.