I would love you in any language-
my native tongue spilling
intricate sonnets to your name-
or confused and lost on a
street in France, unfamiliar
with their words but
then I would see your face and
Je t’aime
would come naturally.
I could meet you in your
homeland- lush greens
and great beer
and despite the fact
that they speak like me-
I would see you on
a sprawling green and
my tongue would find the
ancient words.
Is brea liom tu.
I love you.

“langue” – 11-7-13- jessicagadziala


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