The smell of old newspapers, br That reminds me of dad, br The taste of juice, br That my love has had. br br The sound of my son, br Giggling with glee, br His lips touch my face, br When he kisses me. br br The sight of community, br In harmony, br All stood as one, br Peaceful as can be. br br Smell br Taste, br Sound, br Touch, br Sight. br br Now I know, br Why our senses, br Do exist, br Experiencing love, br We cannot resist, br Taking in those feelings, br In we soak them so, br Straight into our heart, br So love can overflow.