| Language of My Love By Rich Reith Love doesn't speak of itself with words. it proclaims itself with its life.. When I gaze into your eyes, deep into your heart, I say I love you. When I take your hand As together we climb over the obstacles in our lives, I say I love you. When my hands massage your neck and back, with intimacy born of love, I say I love you. When I enfold you in my arms and your head rests on my shoulder, I say I love you. When my fingertips caress your skin and I give you the gift of my longings, I say I love you. When others behold my softly holding your hand proclaiming to the world that I am yours, I say I love you. So harken to my spirit with all your senses. Hear the sound of my love with your heart, Listen to the power of my love with your eyes, Understand the language of each gentle touch, Heed the sound of my pride in you, and know That I love you. Copyright © 2003 by Rich Reith. All Rights Reserved. |
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