The Treasure Hunter

A blog by Joanne Yatvin

The Language of Love

on March 28, 2020

Today’s song was written and sent to me by Don Bellairs, a friend that I would like to see again someday. I have repeated the chorus because that is what he did.

I have learned some secrets from the angels
I have been privy to the innermost discussions of some Holy Ghosts
Most of my minor deities divulge their dark desires to me
For I have learned the language of love

In the gossip of the galaxies are universal truths
That are whispered by the Lion to the Dove
Beneath the Tree of Knowledge lie the spoils of fallen fruits
That have been ripened by the language of love

Some people call me a mad, mad man
But I just can’t imagine what they might be thinking of
Because, to me, there can be nothing much sadder than
Those who haven’t learned the language of love

Today a man might be your enemy; tomorrow he may become your friend
The only true wisdom is humility*…for we are all in this together ’til the end.

I take counsel from the sinners; I take comfort from the saints
For I have learned that they are basically the same
Before God paints His masterpiece, He has to mix the paints
And He usually uses joy to tint the shame

Some people call me a mad, mad man
But I just can’t imagine what they might be thinking of
Because, to me, there can be nothing sadder than
Those who haven’t learned the language of love

If you like this song, just thank Don Bellairs here; I don’t have his address, but would be happy to send it on to you if he sends it to me.


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