Love is a conversation with you,
Words whispered softly, emotions true.
In the language of hearts, we share our dreams,
A symphony of feelings, or so it seems.

Each word is a brushstroke on a canvas so wide,
Painting our love with every stride.
We talk of our hopes, our fears, and more,
In this dialogue of souls, our spirits soar.

Through laughter and tears, we find our way,
In the rhythm of our words, night and day.
Love's conversation, a bond so deep,
In your presence, my heart takes the leap.

So let's keep talking, forever and a day,
In the language of love, come what may.
For in every word, in each phrase we construe,
I find my home, my heart with you.