How do you tell me you love me; do you speak the languages of my heart?

With a cute card you leave waiting for me in my car,

Just there to say, ‘Saw this and thought of you. Hope you have a nice day’.

Or a surprise delivery of something you learnt I liked,

Making me smile while I recall mentioning it just in passing…

Maybe the fleeting feel of your hand across my back.

Waist—hip—back—hip—waist

Softly stroking my skin, the feel of your fingers stirring things deep within.

Or a kiss, hello, goodbye or ‘just cos’, taking my breath away regardless,

E-v-e-r-y time…

It could be a bath you have ready, or a meal that you cook.

Maybe you read me pages from a favourite book of poetry.

You lightening the load after a busy day,

Or a massage, rubbing kneading all my troubles away.

Replacing them with thoughts of you…

Perhaps when you disregard your demanding diary to write us in a space.

Or make that unexpected phone call, your name on my screen making me glow,

Going out of your way to let me know

I was on your mind,

With your time…

Or maybe your way of working with words,

Saying you appreciate me, lauding my achievements,

Telling me you want me.

Reminding me I am beautiful, the sound of your words, like honey

Drip-drizzle, trickling-tickle up my spine.

You speak me, fluently.

My heart listens;

I hear your love.


Inspired by www.5lovelanguages.com

In order we have:

Receiving gifts

Physical touch

Acts of service

Quality time

Words of affirmation

Of course, some of the examples in the poem overlap, and, in reality, we all enjoy a blend of things. But usually there are one or two ‘languages’ that really do it for us.

Love languages are a lovely concept to explore just for yourself, to increase your self-awareness and -acceptance, or with a partner, deepening your connection.