It was the Experience of Love

When love is new and fresh. When white is the color of the day.

It is the Experience of Love

By
D. L. Miller


Phrases described in silence by calligraphy’s signature. Poems delivered by a touch of timidities picture.

Eyes that share a dance by candle light and somewhere in love’s mischief have lost all sight.

The simplicity of a tune played in a glance, a perfect word spoken for the memory to enhance.

As silhouettes and the moon still dazzler dreamer’s senses, like letters and songs are in a heart that all worry dispenses.

Moments given gently and kind, places saved peacefully in mind.

Savoring each time spent together, strong and determined for it to last forever.

Tender whispers of sentimental ways, patient winds blow to those holding on to yesterday.


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