You would

If I couldn't see
you would
you still be beautiful?

Imagine blind

Imagine dark the size of your eye
scaled to forever

Now, subtract sound
if I couldn't hear
you would
you still be beautiful?

A cup over each ear, not even the ocean
sounds like silence.

Take away scent. It's gone
anyways until you pass an open door
and perfume or fresh bread reminds you
so plug cotton in your nostrils
like you're not breathing

Touch left long ago, hand in hand with taste
Tweedle Dum Tweedle Dee

All that remains is feeling
if I couldn't feel
you would
know by the absence