The Language of Love

Oh! To be known and yet loved for my flaws,
Fills me with hope and gives me great pause.
To think that these gifts
Come without any "ifs"
Makes your words start to stick,
Building trust brick by brick,
And truth day by day,
And all of the while, the words that you say
Begin to sink in; they seem quite sincere,
Both arousing my trust and ousting my fear.
I’m feeling new things that I’ve never yet known,
Could they, just this once,
be my very own?
I don't have the words to describe all this new
Emotion and Growth and Questions without clues.
I only know this mystery transcends my go-to speech,
Its translation is a language grasped only by us each.
When I speak in silence, we both understand,
And volumes are shared when you take my hand.
It is true I feel safe when I’m wrapped in your arms,
Free from all danger; free from all harm.

In you I’ve found treasure.
And exceptional pleasure.
All beyond measure.

2017, Revised 2021

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