His Language

He speaks his language with a soft tongue and voice
His alphabet undecipherable
Yet nothing guttural gutters forth to my ear-
No words I cannot bear appear
Mere smooth symmetries escape his lips
That draw me nearer to hear his unknown words
As he holds my hand over his heart
As he meanders with me.

I speak my words with a new array
Each one flows in a heartbeat-
What can I say?
This new language of ours is stunning me
To an unknown place and peace in my time-
It never needs to rhyme or reason
As it murmurs us into each part of the other
His language is not understandable to me
Yet I translate every word he says.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-07-11 at 03:13

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Rob Graber
Wow, what a great love poem! I am enamored especially of lines five through eight.
2009-07-11


NicholasG
A magical tongue, for sure, for sure!!;-)
2009-07-11