There are thousands of languages
But none of them sound quite right
None of them have the words to describe my love
So I made my own
I made this language with you in mind
My love language
It consists of the poems and songs
The gifts and kisses
And the nights spent talking to you
This language speaks all the words I need
This language expresses feelings through actions
Rather than words.
With every move I take, is another word spoken
In this special language, made just for you
YOU ARE READING
Poetry dump.
PoesiaI'm just here, dumping random poems that I've written, and quotes.
