Apricity on a December morning..
Petrichor emanated by first rain..
Ever seducing smell of the sea..
The effervescence of Champagne..
A silent lonely walk in a hedgerow..
Cry of a child and also Cachinnate..
Deep warm sigh in cold sorrow..
And mellifluous songs those captivate..

If they all ever to be personified..
Surely will have your innocent eyes.