BrainTeaser | Sherma E Benosa

Life is a puzzle; we are the clues, and God is the answer.




Listen to the tapping of the falling rain, and you’d hear the beating of my heart; whispering nothing but your name — a love so true, a music that won’t stop. 


Caress the soft rays of the beaming sun, and you’d feel the warmth of my embrace; soothing your spirit, clasping your hand — a balm that takes the worry off your face. 


.Savor the dampness of the morning breeze, and you’d taste the flavor of my love; as sweet as those saccharine toffees — a special treat for you from up above. 


See Mother Nature’s painting before you, and you’d notice the bareness of my soul; resilient yet gentle, trusting and true — a simple abode of things that are humble. 


Smell the freshness of the morning dew, and you’d sniff the scent of my bliss; my regrets and worries, they are very few — a simple life I live, your kiss is all I miss.  


//Sherma E. Benosa    

09 November 2007; 3:09am


2 comments on “Senses

  1. Cliff
    March 15, 2008

    “Let the warm breeze bring the touch of my kiss on your lovely face; listen to the murmur of the surf wishing for your embrace…”

    Hi Buddy!

  2. brainteaser
    March 15, 2008

    Hey Buddy! Here’s one for you:

    “Your warmth around me, your breath against my cheeks
    Dreamy sighs, racing heartbeats; murmurs of sweetness
    Gentle caresses, my name softly escaping your lips
    My soul warms at the memory of your tender kiss.”

    From my “Memory of Your Kiss” poem

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