Love languages.

I learnt different languages of love
From the one who'd raise an eyebrow at every finger I lift, and demand for an account
To the one who'd sit to watch, even when his heart breaks at my folly; the one who always waits for me to see.

The one who'd watch me fall but always lend a hand to lift me up
The one who allow me to grope in finding my way, yet stealthily following to make sure I don't miss my way
The one who is ever ready to hear
The one who smacks me to show depth of love
The one who prays for me in the closet yet don't even make a face with me in public....

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