Don’t
ask me to explain in words
I
love you beyond language
Love
is a craft
That
comes naturally
Reflexively
Before
language corrupts
Our
tongues
Our
minds
Eventually
our hearts too
If
love is the sky
Language
is a wing-clipped bird
If
love is God
Language
is darkness that hides truth
My
love has no tongue
No
language to bear in mind
Don’t
ask me to explain in words
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