A Soul's Growth

You can't see a soul as it grows;
yet, it's not unlike the rising sun,
blooming above the heart's horizon,
reflecting eternally in wild eyes.

You can't touch a soul as it grows;
yet, it's not unlike a babe in womb,
shifting in mysticism,
simmering until it bursts to life.

You can't smell a soul as it grows;
yet, it's not unlike the sweetest rose,
a familiar scent,
disspelling all that has soured in life.

You can't hear a soul as it grows;
yet, it's not unlike a child's giggle,
contagious at once,
drawing smiles from deep within hearts.

You can't taste a soul as it grows;
yet, it's not unlike a lover's kiss,
lingering on lips,
sustaining life with its honey nectar.

You may never know
you've caused my soul to grow,
but if you gazed at me this moment,
no words would need to be spoken.

"Friends are like butterflies. They go wherever they please and please wherever they go." -- Unknown

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