Love was the last uncoded language.
You spoke it before I learned the words.

We could measure every heartbeat,
Predict the pattern of desire,
Map the distance between two bodies,
Name the chemistry of fire.

Still, you looked at me one evening
When the whole room turned blue,
And no equation explained
Why I became more honest with you.

Some truths arrive
Without a mechanism.

Love was the last uncoded language.
No machine could translate the pause.
No system could explain why your hand
Made fear surrender without applause.
Love was the last uncoded language.
It survived because it was not efficient.
It asked for nothing measurable,
Only presence, patience, attention.

We had data for compatibility,
Scores for trust, predictions for pain.
We still had to choose each morning
To remain when leaving would be easier.

That is the part I treasure:
The choice no model could make.
You knew my unfinished places
And stayed without needing them fixed.

Let the machines learn everything.
Let them become astonishing.
There will still be one human question:
Will you stay?

Love was the last uncoded language.
Maybe that is why it lasted.
Everything else became a system.
This remained a decision we made together.

No code.
No guarantee.
Just us.