The best language of all.

Soon, I'll be living with my Italian true love. In Sardinia. For months and months. It's a different life. In a different land. With a different language. One that I'll never master. But that's unimportant. Because my true love and I speak the same language. The language of love. Which comes instinctively. Between two people. Two living souls. Our common language is called English. But it's far more than that. The language of love. Intermixed with a few words of Italian. Sometimes, our language is silence. That's the best language of all. --Jim Broede