The Language Of Love

Love is not just spoken word,

Nor only whispered in the night

It’s found in gestures softly heard,

In hands that hold and hearts that write.

Some show their love with gentle touch,

A hand in yours, a warm embrace,

A silent comfort means so much,

A steady presence, soft and safe.

For others, words are gifts they give

Sweet notes, kind texts,

a spoken praise,

Affirming all the ways you live,

And lighting up your darkest days.

Love sometimes comes in acts of care

A meal prepared,

a chore complete,

A ride when you’re too tired to bear,

A kindness done without retreat.

There are those who give with gifts in hand,

A flower picked,

a thoughtful card,

A trinket from a distant land,

A memory cherished, never marred.

And time itself can be the key

A morning walk, a movie night,

A quiet hour, just you and me,

A presence making burdens light.

We speak our love in different ways,

In gifts,

in words,

in time, in touch,

In acts that brighten up our days

Each language matters just as much.

So listen close and look around,

For love is written everywhere

In every gesture,

sight, and sound,

In every moment that we share.