It is Love
Even a screamy mum. It is love.
It might the only language she took at childhood course.
But, it is love. In a Minionese language.
Even a speechless dad. It is love.
It must be the only choice he speaks.
But, it is love. In a Ghost language.
Even an ignorant sibling. It is love.
It is the best way they cope with us. To comfort both sides.
But it is love. In a Cozy language.
Love has many different 'languages'
We dont have to understand all.
We just have to feel.
In family stuff,
Throw away 'head'.
Use heart. It will connect.
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