I read the signs of love as well
as blind men read a book.
The words don’t read themselves aloud
despite how hard I look.

I cannot smell their meaning
nor feel it with my touch.
To me, love seems invisible,
an air you cannot clutch.

But when with you I know it’s true;
I find myself defenceless.
You torch the sky with love’s hot flare
and leave me gently senseless.