The Grammar of Love

“Love has its own language—understood only by those who experience it”

Written by— Jezreel Madsa

Love and language are some of the things that humans cannot live without. Deprived of these two would ultimately make one live no more, than a person who post on facebook without having a registered account.  Essentially, these two are integral to the life of every person. They are, so to speak, the ingredients thereby constitute the truest sense of being a human individual.

Apparently, there is not a single day much less an hour where we barely speak, let alone love. In every endeavor we make, or task we accomplish—we always blend the whole thing with love and language. Inasmuch as it is language that enables us to communicate our ideas and it is love that empowers us to do harder things with commensurate ease.

Having said those things above, haven’t you asked yourself with one question: Does love in of itself have its own language? That is to say, does love have its own distinct language different than the language we use to speak and communicate with corresponding linguistic and phonetic symbols? 

My grandpa who already had passed away many years ago used to remind me that love is a verb and it means getting the broom and sweep the dust out of the house; or get a wet scrap of cloth and mop the floor from upstairs all the way down; or prepare food on the table for the people you love. I mulled over what he said, yet I was a bit cynical that time. I was pretty sure that it was just an obvious stunt pulled by my grandpa to keep me do the work. But when I began to deliberately analyze the whole thing, I somehow discovered that he was right. Truly, love is a dynamic kind of thing or something that is concretely visible, not an abstract set of words easily spoken out by everyone. 

In a ‘love-relationship’ context, we often hear bunches of men including myself—who woo a girl by means of poetry—using well-embellished rhetoric to win the heart of the girl. It is believe notwithstanding by many people in general that if you cannot open your mouth and speak that ‘language of love’ [as it were] you would have zero chance to prove you truly love the girl.

In most cases, however, words are nothing but words—a mere vehicle used by people to get what they like and and not what they truly want. But is love better expressed in words? I for one believe that it can be exemplified a way better through actions. The true language of love constitutes not of a set of words we use in speech, but is a sacrificial kind of passion one delightfully does without asking something in return.  

How about in family context, how does the language of love best exemplified?  As students, we could manifest our love to our parents by means of following their directions and advice. We show by recompensing them with their efforts—to make us become professionals one day. Having good grades and acquiring good reputation in the class may not be enough to pay off the sweat our parents have shed to give us a better life, but they are nevertheless an excellent token of our gratefulness towards their labors. Folks, love is neither abstract nor static, it is rather concrete and dynamic. The language of love is a tangible action done out willingly in accordance with the grammar of sincerity and sacrifice.