Quinn
A Poem; My Love Language
My love language is actions reflecting words
My love language is singing the lyrics to our favorite songs
My love language is extra, it's big big, it's dragged
My love language is a candid Polaroid
but my love language falls on deaf ears
It's lost in translation--
don't miss me.
My love language is the next level
but you're standing at the gates
Frozen.
Train to the next level is leaving and
my love language is the tracks on which it rides--
do not miss me.
My love language is the hot sun and a cool breeze
It's the thunder and a howl.
Everything I am is love,
It's everything I see.
It's the sweet of the honey,
and the sting of the bee.