The Language of Love…

I wanna know what’s love,
Although I read a lot,
Memorized a lot,
Intellectualized a lot,
And the more far,
Reached I from love.

After trying a lot,
And a lot more,
I realized,
Love is to lived by,
And not read the words dry.

I gave up,
Trying to love,
And then the mysterious spread,
Like flying dove,
As love reached me,
For the first time,
And the ways of it,
Can’t understand I.

The unknown,
Unknowable,
Taste of love,
Started descending,
In the look of flowers,
In the smile of children,
In the sweet wind blowing,
In the freshness spread by.

Indeed mysterious thy creation,
And love the source,
Or source thy love,
Although it doesn’t matter,
To whom has reached,
The language of love.

P.S: Thank you and deep gratitude for reading my poems. It’s a newly discovered talent in me, maybe not rhyming and good enough, but I found poetry is the best medium to express our emotions. And that’s the reason I started writing them, it frees up my mind, relaxes me, and the creative expression is deeply fulfilling. I mostly write with my feelings and experience, and not to fill the word limit, so have to include these lines in every poem as they are shorter than one one-fifty words to publish. Accept my gratitude (although I don’t have much).

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