The feel of her hair through my fingers,

The feel of his skin under mine,

The sound of her voice as she talks to me,

The sound of his footsteps, running to greet me,

The look of her eyes, shining up at me,

The look of his eyes, boring into mine,

The smell of her perfume, so freely wafting through the air,

The smell of the roses he sent me, a beautiful pair,

The sight of her,

The sight of him,

It is lovely.