It doesn't make a difference to what language is my favorite.
What does matter is that how many understand everything I say.
I love the language a new born speaks to its parents which they always understand.
I love the language of a couple who look at each other and say it all.
I love the language of the angel which blesses us even when we sin.
I love the language of an old woman who looks at her son and conveys her dying message.
There is no one language I'd say is complete or a favorite.
I love all human languages which can be understood innately.
Bless you!
Happy Sunday All.
prompt by Sunday Scribblings
