She stares at you behind bullet-proof glass,
She speaks no words of loving tenderness,
You can share her cryptic gaze as you pass
While all other senses remain useless.
Beethoven's Fifth, a masterpiece they say,
Something nearly all willingly admit,
“Open your ears and you’ll be blown away,”
Yet hearing is the only sense you get.
But your love is the greatest work of art,
Integrating sight, sound, smell, touch and taste,
Meriting praise from my aesthetic heart
For nary a sensation’s gone to waste.
Such genius to engage every sense
You are Nature’s pièce de résistance
April 2016
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