My Sister,A Sixth Sense

We all have five senses,from which we desire no defenses,
Tasting,touching,smelling,seeing,and hearing,
For me there is a sixth,much more endearing.
From which the other five are taken to a new level of real,
A sense that is shared,beyond what others can feel.
It's the love between my Sister, and Me,
A bond of the heart,more than what mere eyes can see!

Fine food taste sweeter,when with her it is shared,
Thorns are as silk,as long as she is there!
The sweet smell of flowers take on new meaning,
She has their beauty,and on her I'm often leaning.
I feel the comfort of knowing I'm in her heart,
Comfort, that is increased,knowing sisters never part.

I love her more than I can make these words say,
I want more for her,than can be given,in everyway.
Stains that try to darken us,our love will always rinse,
For she is my Sister, My sixth sense!