whats your love language,
was her opening question.
I told her I didn't believe that Love had a general language.
Love was more of a private language,
that was once lost amongst the ashes in the sea.
Love is kind, and Love doesn't keep score,
so if Loves memory is short, how can it have a language?
truth be told Love isn't even all that kind,
Love is impatient, Love is stubborn, Love is fickle.
Love gets drunk; and Love gets you high,
Love is the best friend your mom hated, and the guy she dated,
Loves’ language is defiant,
Love is rage.
Love is insanity.
see Love is all of these things.
Love is something to be experienced and not just written about.
Love is the soundtrack to life’s tragedies, and triumphs.
Love requires dedication and discipline.
Love is too diverse to be limited to a language with sub-headings.
Love is the most profound thought to have never been fully explored.
quite simply, Love just is….