The Language of Love
We sit on the porch and all is quiet
Wanting but not going in for a kiss
Without it, our lives become a riot
We feel as though we have reached an abyss
Not feeling the sun, not seeing the trees
We want to climb out, see the flowers of June
Experience the fine beauty of seas
Connect to each other, forming a rune
It will soon evolve like a blooming rose
Our love will illuminate from afar
It will feel so right, like sand through toes
It will produce sweet song, like a guitar
It is precious, something we need to save
It is confident and most of all brave.
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