The language of love
The language of love doesn't have words,
Special letters or dictionaries,
And yet it's the richest language,
By the meaning and weight it carries.
The language of love cannot be written,
With a pen on a piece of paper,
But if it's written with the heart,
It becomes another heart's shaper.
The language of love is not just spoken
In a country, but everywhere on earth,
We use it to tell each other,
How much our presence is worth.
The language of love is not spoken,
The same way by everyone,
And when we learn each other's dialect,
It's hard, but it's healthy and fun.
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