In love, there exists a language
where words become wordless
and the perfect expression is translated through silence.
A language that flows with heartbeats
and is written with blood moving through veins.
A language that talks through the eye
And converses inside a look
That overseas the sight
A language in which I love you says it all
And I love you speaks on behalf of it all
A language in which love is the vocabulary
And love is the meaning
Love is the word
And from love letters are comprised
And love is the only spoken language that arises…