There is no language that Love does not speak:
To-day commanding and to-morrow meek,
One hour laconic and the next verbose,
With hope triumphant and with doubt morose,
His varying moods all forms of speech employ.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850–1919) American author, poet, temperance advocate, spiritualist

Poem (1911), “Love’s Language,” st. 2, Poems of Progress, Preface
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