Picture that.

I see you first with my eyes; they’re the fastest muscle I own.
Yet, they are constantly challenged by my heart.
It loves to race for you.

I see you second with my hands; they’re built to feel.
They have an awesome ability to tell temperature
in whatever it is they end up contacting;
It’s how I know you’re hot.

The third time I see you, It’s done with my nose…
Don’t ask me why it picked you. (ha-ha!)

The fourth meeting?
We touch for an Eternity and dance within 4D reality.
Butterflies free from the 3rd dimension,
our hearts span the infinite and from up here...
Our lives resemble caterpillars and your beauty surrounds me.

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Hopefully this does not come off too abstract... I fear it might, lol.