Love has its own language
which can be learned in anyplace
It sometimes uses gestures
It sometimes uses words
Love’s language can be felt
In the glow of one’s eyes.
Or in a simple
cheerful smile
It can be heard
Despite crowd’s noise
It can be understood
In calm and quietness
It can be heard,
even in silence.
Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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