Love Language

By Saswati Priyadarshini

My language is not looks, 

Neither of the hair, eyes or shoddy. 

Rather it is the nature, 

Which can lure me to anybody. 

The butterflies, shyness will go, 

Someday when you sit in the oldage. 

At that time only one thing matters, 

That who will love you like a sage. 

Love is a bliss of serene, 

Which never include physical needs. 

But really needs your emotions, 

As they end up as your caring seeds. 

So my love language is my poetry, 

Through which I can share my mind. 

To the partner and best friend of life, 

For whom my love is all of his kind. 

By Saswati Priyadarshini