Should
he mask her vision with a blindfold – forbidding her of sight - she would still
savour the shadowing of her delicate fingers along his facial contours; his
eyes for sight; his nose for smell; his lips for taste; his ears for sound.
Touch
betrays love. Sight cannot see personality. She rather thought that touch and
sight, exclusively, are only that which a learner-in-love knows. Real love is a
sensory embodiment contained within the mind; a state of mind which is to also
be smelt, tasted, heard, and understood.
