B-you-tiful

The scent of lavender
lavishly roams in my nose
but it is just in my imagination.

The touch of the softest grass
grasps and tickles my toes
but it is just in my imagination

A sip of superbly brewed coffee
cozily entices my taste buds
But just in my imagination

The most sweet tunes of a flute
flush my inner ear with sweetness
but it is just in my imagination

Then, I look at you,
byoutiful as ever;
it is real