Touch.
Without it,
I couldnt feel your warm embrace.
Taste.
Without it,
I couldnt savor your lips on mine.
Smell.
Without it,
I couldnt breathe your wonderful scent.
Sight.
Without it,
I couldnt witness your beautiful features.
Hearing.
Without it,
I couldnt listen to your sweet whispers.
My senses are what keep me sane.
Without them,
My life with you,
Would not be the same.
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