When I meet someone who speaks a different language
I ask them to teach me how to say “I love you” in their home tongue.
In this exchange they always ask me “why?”
I tell them because I’ll never know who I’ll fall in love with. The least I can do is bend my tongue to shape the sound of his home.
It never dawned on me that I grew knowing how to say I love myself in 3 languages;
I never talked to mi corazon in my language of love,
Never rolled R’s to make my own heart flutter.
Bahibik, was never spoken in the mirror,
I spent years learning how to love men in languages I can only utter 3 words in.
With 17 years spent of never saying I love you to my reflection,
My languages are commonly known,
My languages are a love song,
My languages are spoken by angels
They say a language is lost every 14 minutes.
The language of myself is a forever evolving language of love,
I can never seem to understand it,
but it’s worth learning.
So that when I do speak it fluently I can teach the man I love how to tell me he loves me.
“How was your day?”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“I miss you”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
“I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”
You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think.
She was afraid, timid
of handing out her affections
to anyone who smiled
her way. You can’t blame
her though. If you look
in the files of her past you
will see how many heartbreaks
that she has endured. How
many times she has had to
pick up of the pieces of her
own trust. So don’t take
your anger out on her when
she says that she is not
ready to give out her love
just yet. You would be just as
cautious if you’ve been through
half of what her heart has.