The language of love

I thrive on kind words and being told that I am special,
words are like raindrops on the flower of my love,
without them my petals wither and die.

I long for time with my special friends,
I blossom in their company
and sparkle in the sunshine of their love.

I don’t need gifts or material things,
even though they may be pretty and make me smile,
that is not the way to win my heart.

Doing things for me is nice and appreciated,
a helping hand is never taken for granted,
but doing tasks does not make my love shine.

Touch me and you will be forever mine,
soft hands brushing my skin,
a kiss is the way to see into my deepest soul


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