Love Incomplete

I never smelt a single rose

Until I was with you.

Or saw each fragrant petal

in all their colored hues.

I never truly heard the songs

of birds which soar above,

With dulcet tones of beauty

the sounds of joy and love.

Or truly felt the morning sun

of April in the spring,

When gentle breezes blow

and birds are on the wing.

Or felt a streams caressing touch

swirling around my feet.

Without you, My Love, I never knew

My world was incomplete.