Her

When I smell her hair, 
I experience the scent of flowers blossoming in their full glory in spring time;

When I look upon her smile,
I sense the work of all the angels in the mighty Heavens above;

When I hear her voice, 
I appreciate no melody sweeter alongside no bells more pleasant in chime;

When I taste her lips,
I savour every bit of them and indulge in a taste of paradise. 

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