THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE

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No fancy words, no poems sweet,
Yet love resides in hands and feet.
In work, in sweat, in nights so long,
His heart still beats, so pure, so strong.

In every task, in every chore,
He labors with love, forever more.
No need for words, when actions speak,
A love that's shown, in every single seek.

His hands, they craft, they build, they mend,
A love that's tangible, that never ends.
His feet, they walk, they run, they stand,
A love that's steadfast, that holds your hand.

So let us cherish, this love so true,
A heart that beats, with a love that shines through.

                     -CORDELIA

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