Oh tell me please what are its words
Is it a lexicon all its own
A hidden text for a dusty professor
Or is it in the letters of Antoinette

The language of love is none of them
A look, a glance and so it begins
A brush of skin a glimpse of thigh
Many oh many triggers catch the eye

For her it could be the way he smiles
Or how he treats others in her sight
His scent could be the catalyst  
That elevate him on her list

Flowers, texts and night calls
comunication seats it all
You make the bond and all is well
But wait! now it goes to hell

For familiarity  breeds content
It also makes a lover forget
Forget to hug her every night
Or kiss her neck when out of sight

The things we used to do each day
Seem slowly now to fade away
You wake one day and wonder who
Is this man who lives with you

Now you see with different eyes
Is she the one that once was mine
One or other starts to stray
Loves language lost
No words to say