Language of love

What is the language of a wistful look.
What can be said about a lovers touch.
What should be spoken when a heart is took.
Or the gentle ways, that are loved so much.
In the dawning light when you hold me near,
No sound is broken when your lips are brushed.
There is a feeling when your love appears.
Such is the moment when the world is hushed.
The language of the heart is told with love.
It mingles with the scents that fill the air.
It’s words are written in the stars above.
It is the silent verse of life’s affair.
For if your heart is full of love, and true,
Love, will forever flow, between me and you.


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