She tapped her chin. "Mostly things in our language. I suppose if a few of them were to translate it would have to be.. My one and only, my life.." she shrugged. "Those are the translatable ones."
She glanced at him thoughtfully. "Love is.. it's important to us. I suppose it could be sacred at times."
He ran his fingers through her hair slowly, his gaze intense as he watched her. "Tezhki," he murmured quietly, reaching forward and planting soft kisses on her jaw.
He pulled her closer, his hand bracing on the other side of her neck. "I love you," he murmured quietly.