I have been interested in the 5 languages of love lately and the differences in how people give and experience love. It's fascinating to me that the experience can be so different.

Some members of my family and dear friends found that the expression of loving and kind words have the most impact on them. Interestingly, these people are people of few words, who seem to value 'word economy'. For them, a few sincere, kind words spoken in truth mean more than a long hearty conversation. They may also experience more grief at harsh words than some others may.

Here is my attempt to express in words of poetry what they might feel when kind words are spoken or written. I am sure it's imperfect, since this is not my first language of love, but I hope it's the thought that counts.

Priceless Words

 What price are words that drip like gold
from lips of young, and wise, and old?

Like sunshine piercing morning's mist,
distilling light on souls thus kissed.

Whose salience stirs my silent soul,
then heals my wounds and makes me whole.

These words are songs of truth and love
confirming truth from up above.

Now etched in tablets of my heart,
I'll hold them here, ne'er e'er to part.


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