Love Language

If I could speak a language, I’d like for it to be yours.

I would like to explore every term that you can understand.

I’d like to ascertain how your smile can mean thousands of emotions.. 

How a glance at you could confirm my thoughts.

I would like to speak and understand your love language.

I would love to communicate with you in a tone that suits your personality.

I would like to hold you in a manner that appeals to you.

I would love to understand your grief and expressions.

I would love to speak your kiss, to whisper your hug.

I crave to understand your pecks, the way you hold me and how you want to be held. 

I desire to know the gifts that moves a bolt in your head and the expressions of mine that doesn’t translate as torments. 

I would like to know you on your terms.

The world could argue and say it is too much to invest.

But I’d rather speak  you and love you how you best want. 

As opposed to doing so in my head.  

I would like to know the movies you love, the words you hate. 

The memories of your before, the care you crave. 

So I won’t love in emptiness  and wonder why we are stuck. 

I would be willing to speak your language.  

And see if it suits my tribe. 

I would like to know if your language goes with mine.

Whether or not, we could compromise.

Let me understand your language so I can know if this is where I should be.