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The language of love
Love speaks in whispers, soft and true,
In every glance, in every hue.
It finds a home in hearts that ache,
A tender flame no storm can break.
It’s in the touch that calms the fear,
The quiet presence drawing near.
A melody that...
In every glance, in every hue.
It finds a home in hearts that ache,
A tender flame no storm can break.
It’s in the touch that calms the fear,
The quiet presence drawing near.
A melody that...
