The First Language of Love

A kiss is not borrowed, nor easily given,

it’s the breath of a promise, softly driven.

It lingers where words would stumble and fall,

a truth unspoken, yet louder than all.

It carries the weight of longing and care,

a bridge between souls laid tender and bare.

No script, no rehearsal, just hearts in accord,

a kiss is the silence where love is stored.

And when it lands, gentle, fearless, and true,

the world feels smaller, just me and you.

A fleeting moment, yet endless in grace,

a kiss is eternity’s brief embrace.

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A kiss is the first language of love — spoken without words, yet understood by the soul.

Omatee Ann-Marie Hansraj

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