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Apr 2015
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).
Jean Rojas
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Jean Rojas  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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