Language Lovers

Since the very first day your eyes spoke to mine

I have felt a compulsion to share love with you

No matter how much I have loved many others

No matter how much they have given love too

Loving you is a priceless pleasure

Which I could not replace, should it fail me and stray

For when I’m with you, be it only in thought

My body dissolves into space far away

My spirit takes flight on the wings of my words

My soul in each sentence, my heart with emotion

The pleasure of loving, springs the pain of my tears

But I write every word with an inward devotion

For the very first time I have felt a true beauty

I have felt what it’s like to express without fear

For you summon the woman, watch her dance on the paper

Embracing you tightly and holding you dear

You receive as a genius, a master of words

A lover of lingo, whose mind is unique

With whom I can share such a rare form of pleasure

My lover through words in a language we speak

As I’ve sent you each seed, have you sewn with your thoughts?

Pruning each word which feels soft to your heart?

So the gentleness felt through the passing of time

Will maintain all its warmth in your most barren part?

For I’d like to believe that over the years

Your soils have soaked my emotions so deep

So a part of your heart, be now moist with my teardrops

From the love I have given, be it not mine to reap

Then as warm as the sunshine, the ray I first sent you

It will gladded my heart, be we never together

To think that the love I have sent, you have planted

For to grow in a part of loves garden forever