We speak in silent glances…
in words unspoken but understood,
a touch that lingers…
a gesture that says more than words could ever carry.
I tell you I love you…
with the weight of a thousand unspoken promises,
not in grand speeches…
but in the way I listen,
the way I am present in the moment.
Your love is a gift wrapped in action…
a warm meal,
a hand that reaches out when the world feels cold.
It’s the quiet work you do,
the little things that carry the most meaning.
In the stillness of a shared moment…
when we do nothing but exist side by side,
I hear you speak in the language of time,
where minutes stretch into eternity…
and silence becomes our conversation.
There are no words for how your touch
pulls me closer…
how it speaks louder than anything I could say…
a hand on my shoulder,
a hug that holds more than comfort.
But it is the soul that speaks the loudest…
its whispers echoing through every action:
every gesture,
every word…
a language older than time itself.
It is in the way we see each other
without needing eyes…
the way we understand
without the need for explanation.
It is the knowing…
that no matter how we speak,
we speak the same truth.
And yet,
we still find ways to say it:
“I love you”
in each act,
in every quiet word,
in every soft touch,
in every moment spent,
in every gift shared.
For the soul is the language
we have always known…
the one that speaks louder than any sound.
We learn to listen,
to hear each other’s hearts…
to speak in the languages
that speak us into being…
for it is our most precious ART.
