If This Is Love (10/3/17) If This is what would be described as Love, Let me know that you see It. Only, see not only roses and a glass of champagne, instead Velvet-soft flickers of a name from time to time throughout the day, Encased in unforeseen sights at the park, on the bus, at work, by you. Perfect Love needs time to Itself, alone to see. Even the mild need the senses of space, for one is not the universe. Readily hear the rushing sounds of Love, a brilliant song Face the tumbling Music of not only a soft, sweet phrase Embodying no one but you in its embrace, Causing you to hear the rush of your breath, but instead Tension swirling through the percussion of unmeant words Backs turn to the dissonant melody, is there a Right or Wrong? Let the mellow click of the door be heard Even the mild need the senses of space, for one is not the universe. May you ever continue to smell Love and Its perfume. I do not only speak of a purchased scent that special one wears Since some fragr