Breath of fresh air
Sweet, crisp ... intoxicating
Ambrosia to those who crave for it
Honey to those who need it
Peace to those who maintain it
Soft caresses ... secret whispers ...
Do I hear something?
Why do I feel something?
Tenderness abound...
Can I bottle it?
Can I see it?
Maybe, just maybe ... all I have to do is
Breathe ... just breathe.