The Language of Love

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There’s a language I’ve found,
It’s that of Love.
One language to govern a world like ours,
Where no hatred is found.
Its sentence is structured on honesty and truth,
It expresses more than it speaks.

There’s no place for hurt to lay,
Its dictionary has no shame or pain,
But a language, given by grace.
There’s a place for unity, even in diversity,
Where no separation lies.
Every word spoken is a spring of life,
Thus, life dwells in its origin,
Even on a sickbed, the language revives a soul.

Hope is the verbal skill,
Which brings us to the happiest future.
Obedience does not mean to compromise,
It means understanding.
Forgiveness does not mean foolishness,
It means wisdom and in fact, forgiveness is a must.

Pride has never been heard,
Neither is there a place for fear in the heart.
Its dialect is Truth, where lying can’t be found.

For every err, there’s always a second chance.
A third and even a millionth chance,
That’s why forgiveness is its accent.
Its voice is all about giving more than taking,
Yet it takes without greed.
In every nonsense,
It utilizes the sense to build an empire,
Whose king is crowned Peace.

Its intonation is to listen more than speaking,
That’s why expression communicates faster
And that’s what matters.
Optimism is; of course, a noun,
Where pessimism never dwells in its lexicon.
Here is the language I’ve found,
Whose idiolect is Love
Spoken by those, whom by Love called
To live as light in this dark world..
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— Cotek
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