Garth Rakumakoe

Love Is A Language

Spoken by many, heard by the few

love, is a language

 

 – Love -

is the only language

your pot plant knows

 

Affectionately so,

in the morning dew

love’s gentle fingertips softly

unfold and rise on their stems,

whence the heart’s goodness spills

from within, to the world

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As the word says, they do

and eternally, they glow

because love, is a doing word

 

Open the curtains of your heart

Tend the garden of your being

take in the sun, and let love’s color

adorn the windowsills

of your soul, for written by many

yet felt by the few, love

is the only language

your pot plant knows

 

Of love, never let go