The language of us poem

"The Language of Us"

In the quiet rhythm of our shared space, Every glance, every word finds its place. A gentle nod, a knowing smile, Our own language, spoken without trial.

With each touch, each whispered line, You anchor me in moments, timeless, divine. The art of listening, the gift of sight, Your presence turns the shadows light.

Your words echo, soothing and true, A melody crafted just for two. In the dance of laughter, the pause of sighs, I find myself in your steady eyes.

Our story’s written, soft yet strong, In gestures small and righted wrongs. With every look, a bond that grows, A love that only we both know.