Poetry: Language of Love

By Monica C. Voskamp


When you look at me 

I see diamonds in your eyes,

When you touch me

I feel the vulnerable meet.


I melt in your presence

I melt in the moments

We have alone

We share being one.


You see me through

The grid of love

You see me with such 

Eyes of hope.


I cannot help but find

A new peace of mind,

For you speak to me

The language of love. 


Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

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