The language of love
lies not in the word.
It lies in the ear of the
loved one
when the word is heard.
The language of love
lies not in the sound.
It lies in the heart of the
loved one
around which the sound is wound..
The language of love
lies not in a book.
It lies in the eyes of the
loved one
who receives the tender look.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem