The Language of Love.

In the language of love, unspoken words,

Are whispered through the wind, like soaring birds,

The beating of two hearts, so strong and true,

Guides them to a place, where love shines anew.

The gentle touch of hands, like morning dew,

Brings forth emotions, pure and fresh and new,

In a world of two, where time stands still,

A single moment, can forever fill.

In the language of love, a simple gaze,

Can carry more than words could ever say,

Eyes that meet, and lock in sweet embrace,

An unspoken promise, of a sacred place.

Together, they dance, beneath the stars,

Lost in the melody, of love's sweet guitar,

Their hearts beat in time, with a rhythmic beat,

A symphony of love, that's ever so sweet.

In the language of love, a kiss can speak,

The passion and fire, that both hearts seek,

Two souls entwined, in a lover's embrace,

A moment in time, that time cannot erase.

So let the language of love, be your guide,

As you journey through life, side by side,

Embrace each other, and hold on tight,

And let love be your guide, through the day and night.