The Language of Love

True heartbreak in two a man’s heart divides

Half completely lost, the other retained

Doomed to forever love half-heartedly.

 

A woman’s love twice lost can ne’er be found,

Her form revived conceals her heart defiled

But within her eyes this very truth lies:

Where love is lost, misery and pain abound.

 

The language of love needs no learning,

It’s words are short and sentences brief

That he so blessed with understanding

Knows that love is merely sweetened grief.

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