I wrote this poem in December and entered it into a national poetry contest. I didn't want to put it online untill I found out who had won; I didn't. I wasn't really expecting to either, because, technically this poem is just fine, but it isn't based on my own experiences or feelings. It's hollow to me. Nevertheless, reviews are welcomed.

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Senses fail

Senses fail,
When I can't see,
What you used to mean to me.

Senses fail,
When I can't hear,
The song you wrote for me last year.

Vision, hearing,
Scent, taste, touch,
They mean nothing, at least, not much,
When you're not here,
And I can't smell,
Your perfume I still know so well.

Senses fail,
When I forget,
The flavour of your homemade bread.

Senses fail,
But I still miss,
The feeling of your gentlest kiss.