Sight
Oh Soul of mine, didst we find
a match of color and of hue.
A match so true that tears of blue
Paint the sky of my soul anew

Sound
O Spirit in me, can it finally be
A matching sound and symphony
My inner ear yearns to hear
Your sweet music of the celestial spheres

Touch
O Spark of fire thou didst inspire
A matching flame that feels the same
Touch my heart that pines to capture
A love sublime and filled with rapture

Taste
O Eternal Space thats laced with love
May I taste thy essence in another one
My flowering buds wish to forever savor
Your Heavenly Ambrosia and honey-sweet  flavor

Smell
O Source of all befall in me
A sense of olfactory blissful glee
Let me smell her redolent presence
Her flowering aromas and beautiful essence

Synesthesia
My senses explode and implode with bliss
Ecstatic transcendence engaged by kiss
My eyes hear music, my ears smell flowers
My nose sees beauty and my tongue feels showers
My skin tastes the touch of the miracle of you...
I Sense this poem may soon come true?