Love is a language.
A way of communication between two which can be conveyed in many ways.
So which do you speak?
Is it based on a certain type of love we never got and continue to seek?
Or more based on the love that was given.
Therefore continuing the tradition.
What if pain is my love language?
The physical and emotional reason people live and seek in anguish.
That's probably why I tend to walk around so tense.
On defense - my body's pretense.
I bathe in the physical touch, wrap me up in the comfort of your embrace.
It makes me feel safe.
Another source of my elation?
Words of affirmation.
Turn into words of dedication - progresses to a deeper bond formation.
Tell me you love me and you WANT me, but don't NEED me.
Because you complete you - and I complete me.
Joining as whole pieces to create synergy.
The simplicity of writing a cute note.
It's about the time and consideration you choose to devote.
The space between your fingers were surely created for mine.
Our hands intertwine and ignite a feeling so sublime.
Love is in spending time.
It's in the sound of a laugh of the ones we cherish, inserting happiness into our ears.
Love is in the calm of listening to your heart beat - The sound of air filling your lungs.
The kind words that roll off your tongue.
I listen to it on repeat.
These are just some examples of the love languages I speak.
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Collection Of Eclectic Poems From An Introverted Mind.
PoetryA compilation of poems narrating the very vulnerable thoughts of a very introverted, and often twisted, mind. The spectrum of emotions we all endure in life.
