Love

Love is just a word, One that is spoken in many different languages. Some speak it in a language that you may not understand. Some speak it by buying you flowers, Some by taking you on a Sunday drive, Others by showing you their archive. One day, Someday, Maybe today. You'll find your person, That speaks love in perfect fluency. Your anchor, your rock, your better half. Til death do you part. Not one graph, Not one chart, Not one bar, Could ever measure the love that you speak to eachother so fluently. No, not one. And when your son or daughter comes along, You'll show them how you've loved eachother all along. How they can do it, too. How to love their future partner from ev'ry view.