How I would learn your tongue
How I would learn your tongue;
Not so that I could understand your words,
For perhaps, if you should require of me to leave,
I would not comprehend your speech,
And, poor fool, unworried,
Stay forever by your side, adoring you.
But learn to speak your language, I would,
So that I might at every hour in every day
Of your life and mine, sing your praises;
Mouth most elegant speech, just for your ears;
Learn the structure of your words, your mother tongue,
That I could write also for you, in silken phrases,
Words that conveyed to you the passion
That lives within my heart
That you, and if perchance, also the world, should know
In words of yours, if translated they could be,
In every tongue;
How I would live, feel, love and die for you.
This poem has a partner - Pebbles - a Latter Day Tale
- Pebbles - a Latter Day Tale
Written for my Pakistani friend and his Polish girlfriend. See the link at the end of this little story.
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