There's this girl I met once. She would sit on my bed and tell me, "listen."
"Listen to the birds. Can you hear the howl of the wind? Close your eyes and concentrate," she'd tell me.
So I'd sit there with my eyes closed, listening to the sound of nature and letting it engulf me.
And when I'd open then she'd ask smiling, "wasn't it lovely?" And I'd think, not as lovely as your smile.