mine are eyes that see of sound

mine are eyes that see of sound
ears that hear of the sweetest tastes
yet, i taste only the fragrent scent
i smell only the softest of touch
and only touch of the most beautiful of sights

too foolish is it i know
to let you control my sense
but should i give them to anyone else
my heart surely they would fence

but my mind loves none save you
and yet my heart thinks of the waste
my senses know not
that yours is a love you wont let me taste

qotd~"why a "he"? thats femenist! 'were men, were so strong, and he-menish, and... and... STUPID!'" - my loser little sister