I see the smile in the mirror after the thoughts I have of you.
The glow in my eyes, as I am blinded by my senses.
There is gratefulness in not seeing the perfect imperfections within you.
You are the sweetest reflection of self-love. A distorted reflection of above.
Yes, I am blinded by my senses.

My ears only hear joy in your voice.
Laughter from your soul.
Strength from your heart beat.
Yes, I am blinded by my senses.

Your aroma pure and clean, like a fresh rain-washing away any pain.
Fresh cut flowers with healing qualities.
Yes, I am blinded by my senses.

It is intoxicating to breathe in your love like this. Deeper and deeper.
Yes, I am blinded by my senses.
I am full from tasting your goodness.
I can trust.
I can surrender.
I crave you in ever season as you bare fruits from the divine.
Yes, I am blinded by my senses.

You touched me and I swooned. I shivered.
I lost what I thought was me, and gained the genuine me.
You touched me with your hands.
You see me with your sees.
You hear my voice.
It all moves my body.
Yes, I am blinded by my senses.

So I follow my heart.
Each beat speaks to me.
Each beat guides my feet.
Gradually I am closer to LOVE.