journal thirty-four.

What is your love language?

I’ve taken that test a thousand times over

I’ve sent it to all my friends and ex-lovers

I used to think quality time is what I desired

But acts of service is up there I’ve discovered

Is that what it’s called when you adopt a love of mine?

Take time to learn, practice, and combine it to your life?

Something I love is writing words

I’d choose poetry and prose and all the verbs

And nouns and adjectives and half-there rhymes

Sometimes reading and writing takes up all my time

But since I’ve started talking to you

I’ve sent you my words but you’ve sent me yours, too

Despite the fact it’s not your thing

And it pulls on every one of my heartstrings

I reread and reread and reread them some more

‘Til my happy tears are littered all over the floor

And this, I think, is the definition of spoiled

Don’t think I don’t know all that you’ve toiled

To speak to me in the language I love

Even though your initial understanding was a little rough

What is your love language? Are the results true?

My results to that test should have been you

And all that you’ve done and all that you do