THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE
by Myrna Lambert
The language of love is not music heard in the night, a heated moment of passion, a moonlit walk or a trip to lover's lane.
The language of love is not a sonnet sweetly written. It is not a Shakespearean quote defining a well read mind. The language of love is displayed in measures, a gentle caress from a lover in a chair with two wheels, or a long night spent beside the bed of an ill child.
Love's language speaks not to the face, but to the soul. Its memories are wrapped and placed within the corner of a bursting heart.
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