the language we speak

Hold me as you did that day,

when laughter was new,

and every word was treasure

unfolding between us.

Look at me with the eyes

that once saw only wonder,

where flaws became

brushstrokes of beauty.

Let kindness remain

the language we speak,

patience the soil

where our love grows deep.

For if we keep the beginning alive,

nurturing it with steady hands,

there will be no end,

only chapters unbroken,

a story that never fades.

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P.S. Keep your lips as soft and radiant as your first kiss. Nourish them with Aloe Lips with Jojoba lip balm for a timeless story of their own.

Kennedy Odhiambo