Does love really have a language? How is it spoken and who teaches it? " Love is a beautiful thing but is deadly for those who try to contain it. It comes in different ways but all in all, everything leads to one entity,"" Come here Alisha," the quiet voice vibrates from the corner of the dark room. I slowly walk towards the source of the sound and stand in front of his long masculine legs as he towered over me, his eyes hovering through my shuddering countenance. " It's time to show you the language I speak,".