• The language of love is one we both know,
• it is in the eyes where passions show,       
• and in the rhythm of the pounding heart,
• the place where all true love does start...           
         
  Love is a language of touch and caress,
• in kisses that bring out the very best,
• of communication at the depths of the soul,
• love is a language that has it's own goal...           
         
• Yes, the language of love is the one we share,
• with all the depths that come with care,
• it is in the feather touch that tickles your ear,
• and in the squeeze of leg whenever you are near...           
         
  And when we talk as lovers the meaning is true,           
  it is in sheer poetry that I speak to you,           
  we will exchange glances and know all we need,
• for in those honest looks there is no greed...

©Rhumour

November 3rd 2012