a picture of the sunset does not grasp the depth;

a cool breeze

goosebumps to the flesh

tingles down the spine

building warmth in the stomach

the smooth circles a lover draws in your palm

as you stand hand in hand,

two souls caressing,

to crashing waves on the shore

or hear the secret the wind whispered

in your ear and your heart

or sense the spark that caught your eye

as you turned to

grasp.