A forgotten language of love

 

So oafish a man, I could not be,
Except when speaking of ones love for thee.
For I have not in my use of vocabulary,
The words to speak of the way I do feel.


No word do I have to describe my ladies eyes;
So enchanting though thou are, me myself I do despise.
As do I the language of my place of birth;
For no sentence is so profound that I may speak it to her.


And show with conviction, my devotion for this woman,
So my words are seen false and lost in translation.
This is my ode in the language of old,
Thou no teachings has one been given,
One simply writes from the soul;
The heart, the buxom and the mind,
For such beauty I cannot describe, using words of this time.


But one does hope with the use of T.V.,
One has learned enough to speak.
And to speak to thee is ones only wish,
For about thee is all one can think.
And possibly through the use of poetry,
One will be able to speak of ones fondness for thee.


Thou may not be convinced that this truth is real,
Yet I shall not lie to thee.
If a secret must be kept to preserve my dignity,
Or to aid or save thee from my own misgivings.
Then one shall simply hold his tongue,
In order to save thee from any harm.


But if one should speak of ones honesty,
Then know this my Queen; thou are all that I need
And one will not be swayed, by a harlot or whore;
One shall offer you my heart and be faithfully yours…

Forever more.


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