The Whispered Languages of Love

In the spectrum of the heart, echoes five tongues,

Each sings of love, in different songs unsung,

Some need the words, sweetly from the lips hung,

Others feel love, in close cuddles, closely clung.

Some hearts in acts of kindness find their peace,

Carrying love in gestures that never cease,

The other finds it in a thoughtful piece,

A gift, a token, letting love release.

Then there are those who bloom in quality time,

Hours together, simple or sublime,

They weave their memories, beautifully rhyme,

In the fabric of love, no reason, no crime.

Five languages, yet one essence in core,

Different dialects of an ageless lore,

Learning to speak them, to listen, to adore,

Opens up the doors, where love could explore.

For love is more than just a simple word,

It's a symphony only hearts have heard,

In every act, every gift, every second incurred,

Lies the language of love, silently conferred.