Language of love
By Grannyrosie
SECRET LANGUAGE OF LOVE You look at me, no cause for words, Messages that pass are ours alone. Transported as on the wings of a dove, Our own sweet secret language of love. A touch of significance to us alone, Tells more than mere words could ever do. Special glow sparking each new fire, Signs that simply say, “I love you”. Knowing, anticipating wants and needs, Being there, comforting, at just the right time. Communicating in compatible silence, Union of our souls, profound, sublime. That gentle caress as you pass by me, Single red rose bud when I am feeling blue, Tuned in to my every emotional need, Aware of when I need to hear, “I love you”. Depth of our union leaves me breathless, Confident my soul was made just for you. We are bound completely, intrinsically, Our secret language of love tells me this is true. Written December 11th, 2001 © on Dec 10 2001 08:39 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 8
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