untitled poem

If a tongue could water a rose, and a finger enlighten a stone;
if a word could convince a tree, and a smell direct a cloud;
if listening could make time stop, and a taste feel like birth;

it'd be you my most desired tongue,
it'd be you my eternal stimulating finger,
it'd be you my endlessly beautiful voice,
it'd be you my carefully admiring smell,
it'd be you my amazingly decorated ear,
it'd be you my divine slight salty taste;

To whom would they belong?
For whom would they persist to be?
I think 'Hanna' is the first answer,
and the second I just pray is ME!!

by me (poem for Hanna N.)

t(h)o marvel

to marvel;

• verb: (marvelled, marvelling; US marveled, marveling) be filled with wonder.

• noun: a person or thing that causes a feeling of wonder.

— ORIGIN: Old French merveille, from Latin mirabilis ‘wonderful’, from mirari ‘wonder at’.

(Compact Oxford English Dictionary of Current English)