A walk to remember

This part of my life is called walking.
Legs, meticulously keeping up the panting pace;
Hands, occasionally brushing my heroic hair;
Eyes, nonchalantly working on some beautiful birds;
Ears, deeply engaged in teasing tunes;
Lips, stubbornly uttering the lustful lyrics;
Nose, intently sniffing the fragrance of fresh flowers;
Heart, magnanimously feeling for the special someone.
This part of my life is called walking.