Learning the Language of Love
He was a man of action.
She was a woman of words.
At first sight there was attraction, but they didn't know how to express the urge.
He tried to show her how he felt, but she didn't understand.
She tried to tell him how she felt, but it was hard to explain to the man.
This feeling they both had that they needed to express, was turning into a complicated game of chess.
Then, a revelation!
What if they were to try, speaking each others language, it might work, it just might.
So the man started practicing his words in the mirror each night, and the woman started learning how to hug people tight.
Finally they came face to face, ready to express, ready to put an end to this, very long game of chess.
He told her she was beautiful and very smart and keen, in turn she leaned in a gave him the longest kiss there'd ever been.
They'd learned to communicate their love for each other inside and out,
Because that, dear reader, is what Love is all about.
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