Monday, April 17, 2017

The Flow of Our Languages

My love, let me learn,
To free fall to your lap,
When every trust is tested beyond,
The sensible world of ifs and buts!

Do we need a trust to start any trust,
Or we need a doubt to be honest?
Can I ever go off the grammar and style,
To write my love that forever true!

When set is your language to mistrust,
With it's weird grammar and style,
Can I learn those style and grammar,
To tell you of my language that has no style?



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