language of love......, words that could brand the spirit with tempest or surrender spoken with lips of enticing hue colors of life that fly into hearts language of love, send my soul to light, I beseech..........
Spanish tones of dreams and romance melting the ice with the passion in his eyes lover that claims and lover that heals, language of love..... sing this melody...... that cradles my hunger for a kiss........
these words spread wings of their own..... words that caress like hands of wine and gold letters that spell of embraces so bold, never to melt the strength of desires
they sustain me in my hours of self -pity hurl me to worlds I've never ever known these words that my forefathers spoke in their dignity are the words that haunt me endlessly
flowers will bloom for eternity's sake rivers will rise in their journey so wise, mountains will bend valleys will sigh, the beauty of nature never will die if lips must reply let sentiments go by, the language of love is the language of life......
For my grandfather, Juan Salcedo (31 January, 1998).