THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE
Born dumb, as it grows, love finds a voice
A gentle smile, a tender touch.
Lips move and fragile hearts rejoice
Love speaks so clearly, pretty much.
It starts with a long glance
Across a table in a bar or restaurant
Grows into an exchange of smiles, a soft dance
With no words uttered, but hearts understand.
Sweet notes of love in messages texted
Each word bearing a kiss, each line a friend.
Suddenly, a close touch is sought
Continuous visits, gifts bought.
Love speaks but a language
Only lovers understand.
Even when words are not uttered
The other's emotions are buttered.
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