You fill up my senses…like a night in the forest,
like a mountain in springtime,
like a walk in the rain
like a storm in the desert
like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses…come fill me again

You don’t do that to me at all.
You don’t fill up my senses
You just make me aware…
…of eyesight
…and music
…and fragrance
…and sensuality
…and me.

You remind me of who I am, all the people I’ve been and everyone I could be.
You show me, beyond you and beyond me, there is so much to see
You make me, even more me.

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