My love language is pure.
True of hope and forgiveness for me to you.
My love language is the belief,
that teaches me to be better than I was before you.
My love language is dreams,
that gives me faith beyond the skies.
My love language is real,
like the rose that grew from concrete.
It's strong, warming, and kind.
My love language is simple,
like a day for Nipsey in the Marathon.
My love language is soft,
like the pretty wings on a angel.
My love is like a red cardinal flying above, or
a heart that is healed from a hug.
My love is defined from wisdom, ambition, and strength from the man above.
About the Creator
Tecoria Savage
Poetry is for the soul, speak the words of wisdom and love. My words are loving for Justice for the world and my community. To settle arguments for families that are in need. Respecting the ones that can’t and settling for the truth.
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