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The Language of Love

Communication Through Feelings

By Maestro VarialPublished 2 years ago 1 min read

In the symphony of hearts, a language pure,

Unveiled, ethereal, sincere and sure,

A dialect that needs no words to speak,

Embracing souls entwined, passion at its peak.

It whispers in the tender touch we share,

A secret script, emotions bared,

Each caress conveys a thousand tales,

Of love's devotion that never fails.

With every glance, a story unfolds,

Expressions of affection, love beholds,

Eyes meet, and in that gaze, we find,

A world of emotions, words can't define.

In laughter's cadence, love's melody,

A chorus of joy, pure and free,

A symphony of mirth, sweet and light,

Filling the air with pure delight.

Through tears that stream, love's language weeps,

Aching hearts share sorrows deep,

Yet in those tears, a bond grows strong,

Love's empathy, forever lifelong.

In moments of silence, love resides,

No need for words, it still abides,

A quiet understanding, hearts can hear,

Love's language loud, but crystal clear.

The touch of lips, love's poetry,

A tender kiss, so wild and free,

In that union, two souls ignite,

Filling the world with love's own light.

In passion's fire, love's verse ignites,

Bodies entwined, two hearts take flight,

Desires expressed in a lover's sigh,

Love's language sung in the night sky.

Love's language stretches beyond borders,

Uniting people, cultures, and orders,

A universal tongue, it knows no race,

Embracing all in its warm embrace.

Through trials and storms, love finds a way,

To bridge the gap and make hearts sway,

In the language of love, we find our home,

In each other's arms, we're never alone.

So let this language, like a river, flow,

Connecting hearts wherever they go,

A tapestry of emotions, rich and grand,

Love's language woven by the hand.

And as we journey through life's maze,

May love's language guide our ways,

Through highs and lows, it remains our guide,

A love so true, it will never subside.

In every beat of our hearts, it dwells,

A language of love that time compels,

With every breath, we breathe it in,

Forever bound, let love's language begin.

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About the Creator

Maestro Varial

Human relations enthusiast, storyteller and blogger.

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