Have a look here for the love languages explained. I like how it tells you what to do for your partner's language of love. My husband's language is definitely the language of service which is great because he does stuff for me but annoying because he wants me to do stuff for him (like the dishes) to show him I love him.
Lisette - Poems? Roses? NAH! This is our language of love:
The following is an excerpt from a conversation between me and my Lover-man:
Lover-Man: (Sniffs armpits) My pits smell. (Sniffs again) Huah! They smell like mince pies!
Me: (Burps) Don't believe you. (sniffs them) Woah!!! They do. But more like mince and cheese pies. Or a dog.
Lover-Man: Cheesus! What kind of dog?
Me: A really sick dog. Like Old Yellar.
Lover-Man: Ah oh. Tie me up to a tree and shoot me! (farts)
Me: (Sniffs) Did you have curry for lunch?
Lover-Man: Ha. Yeah. Kind of. Butter Chicken pie.
Lover-Man: Yeah not bad.
Me: Cuppa Tea?
Lover-Man: Yeah Cuppa Tea.