If flowing water had a colour, it would be that of your mind. 
If budding love had a fragrance, it would be that of your presence.
If silence had a depth, it would drown in your eyes. 
If music had a voice, it would have the notes of your laughter. 
If thrill had a taste, it would have the taste of your company.
If love had a language, it would speak the story of your life.