Love is a Language
A gentle tap
A soft smile
Misty eyes
A tender touch
A warm embrace
Hushed whispers
A long look
In silent nights
Calm demure
A steady heartbeat
Flushed cheeks
A content sigh
He didn’t have to speak
She just knew
He wanted to
She understood
For love is a language
Far above words.
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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