Love Has Its Own Language Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom

When words sometimes fail
to say what you mean
and all of the things that the heart yearns for
and even the physical cannot reach out

its almost as if everything is part of a play
and it’s as if the mind wanders off,
as if it wants to walk away.

If hope do not want to prevail
what can a single soul do
and we were not created to be alone.

When I look into your eyes
I want to get lost in the passages to your heart
and into the depths of longing of your words
and I want to find hope in us again
to cross over into the valleys
where hearts beat together as one.

When your arms stretch out
through the thorny bushes of my heart
I want to pull you closer
but at the same time do just want to push you away
and do not want you to crush the blossoms
that is still remaining of our love.

When life and winter comes nearer
with the cold and the frost
I still want to be in your arms
as we do grow older
while our hearts are still yearning for mercy
and love has a language of its own
that crosses over the boundaries of our sorrow
and still does find a way to heal the heart.