A language of itīs own
by D. Echalas

Love shows a language on itīs own
With no word, action or sound ...
It starts deep in the heart,
Where all true happines is found.

It seems like Iīm finding out more
How happy love can be,
For each day we get closer,
You mean ever more to me.

It seems like we share more
A language of our own ...
A love, an understanding
Meant for you and me alone.