Feels like a whimsical sugar plum fairy; flawless, fluttering, freeing the wings of my heart.
Smells like a sweet rose in the morning, glistening with dew drops, sleeping silently on the silken petals.
Sounds like the slight tinkering of bells, joyfully ringing as two stand in the chapel, emerging as one.
Looks like millions of beautiful fluttering butterflies, showing off their brilliant wings of gold.
Tastes as your first scoop of ice cream did as a child; satisfyingly delicious, the sweetness left lingering on your lips.
