{"id":78,"date":"2012-10-20T11:20:22","date_gmt":"2012-10-20T16:20:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.franciscostork.com\/journal\/2012\/10\/20\/the-language-of-love\/"},"modified":"2013-05-19T12:36:01","modified_gmt":"2013-05-19T17:36:01","slug":"the-language-of-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.franciscostork.com\/journal\/2012\/10\/20\/the-language-of-love\/","title":{"rendered":"The Language of Love"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Here&#8217;s a poem written by Vicky, the seventeen-year-old protagonist in the novel I am currently working on.<\/p>\n<p>The Language of Love<\/p>\n<p>Love is that quiet thing that slides in on socked feet,<br \/>\nAnd doesn&#8217;t say I&#8217;m here.<br \/>\nOr love is that whispered word not perfectly heard,<br \/>\nLike in a game of telephone.<br \/>\nSometimes I think that to be sure and true,<br \/>\nTo love must always be past tense,<br \/>\nWhen at the end you sigh,<br \/>\nI loved you. Every second of my life with you. I loved you.<br \/>\nAnd maybe silence is the soil of love,<br \/>\nWhere it can dig deep roots,<br \/>\nAnd speak only when it blooms.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Here&#8217;s a poem written by Vicky, the seventeen-year-old protagonist in the novel I am currently working on. The Language of Love Love is that quiet thing that slides in on socked feet, And doesn&#8217;t say I&#8217;m here. Or love is that whispered word not perfectly heard, Like in a game of telephone. Sometimes I think [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[22,33,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-78","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-love","category-poems","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.franciscostork.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/78","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.franciscostork.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.franciscostork.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.franciscostork.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.franciscostork.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=78"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.franciscostork.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/78\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.franciscostork.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=78"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.franciscostork.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=78"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.franciscostork.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=78"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}