Matthew Wilson
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The Language of Love
Love is a language not found on Google translate, love is a language found in pulsing veins, and deafening heart beats, clammy hands, shaking voices and stomaches, dropped so low they've reached a new climate. The world will claim to speak fluently, but do not be fooled, they are speaking a middle school made up gibberish, compared to the authenticity of morning songbirds, fresh dew on a rose petal, a mother bear's ferocity for their baby's safety. You will not find this language on Beyonce's tongue, Dre's beat, or the over formulated melody of One Direction's newest single.. they cannot begin to comprehend the true language of love whispered in the majestic mountains, cackled from the fast running rivers, from deafening whisper of a rain fall on the Sahara... Like most languages, you will discover it, in its true form by immersion, to drown yourself in it, to be wrapped up in it so tight you can no longer take in oxygen to your brain but rather, suck in love to fill your lungs.. Go to your nearest hospital and enter the birthing wing, sit in a corner and just listen... The newborn babies cries being soothed by there exhausted and overjoyed mothers, the sobs of wonderment from father's eyes that they have created life.. Look into the pupils of those riddled with bullet wounds of life.. Because... Only then... will you learn the true language of love..
By Matthew Wilson6 years ago in Poets