always known,
spoken by lovers
and attempted translations by artists.
Generations get close -
but the language always adapts -
speakers always a few phrases
ahead of the word works.
Love - a language
never learned but
always known -
crafted artificially by blacksmith poets,
re-imagined by acid-tripped painters,
fantasized by heart-strung musicians.
Love - a first language,
a mother tongue to the unfamiliar,
spoken by many -
understood by all.
Love - a language
yearned for, striven towards,
spoken and heard, impossible to
translate -
yet internalized by all,
externalized by few.
Love - never learned,
always known.
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