Love knows no language barrier, it seems.
You whispered hello in many languages,
In hopes that it will bring sanity,
Charming and captivating me.
Too late, I was already
Swooned and lost,
And fell too deep.
I was a feather,
Floating on your majestic metaphors.
As they glided along with irony and similes,
And gentle smiles and whispers of
Each hitting a chord,
Each grasping my air, and
Squeezing my lungs.
You whispered once again,
I was a goner then.