Love. A Language

A Poem by AnkyPanky

How does love speak ?
In the faint flush upon the telltale
Cheek.
And in the palor that succeeds it;by.
The quivering lid of an averted eye.
The smile that proves the parent to a
Sigh.
Thus doth love speak.

How does love speak?
By the uneven heartthrobs, and the freak.
Of bounding pulse that stand still and ace.
Wile new emotions, like strange barges,
make.
Along vein channels their disturbing
course.
Still as the dawn, and the Dawn’s swift
Force.

How does love speak?
In the avoidance if that which we seek.
The sudden silence and reserve when near.
The eyes that glitter with an unshed tear.
The joy that seems the counterpart of
fear.
As the alarmed heart leaps in the breast.
And knows the name and greets its good like guests.
Thus doth love speak.

How does love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek.
The haughty heart grown humble, in tender.
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendour.
In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace.
In all fair things to one beloved face.
In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble.
In the looks and lips that can no more dissemble.
Thus doth love speak.

How does love speak?
In the wild word that uttered, seemed so weak.
They shrink ashamed to silence;in the fire.
Glance strikes, swift flashing high and high.
Like lightening that precede the mighty storm.
Thus doth love speak.

How does love speak?
In the deep source fuel stillness, in the warm.
Impassioned tides that sweep through thick veins.
Between the shore of keen delight and pain.
In the embers where madness melts in bliss.
And in the convulsive rapture of a miss.
Thus doth love speak