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.
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,
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:
Acts of service
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.