senses
I can smell it;
His favorite perfume and a bit scent of cigarette
I can see it;
His pulchritudinous-small eyes as the evening sunlight falls upon it
I can hear it;
The lovely rhyme of his strings on a rainy day
I can feel it;
His strong hands holding my cold fingers gently
I can say it;
"Love" is such a strong word
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