Quatrain of Foreign Language
Foreign Language - the foreign language
of love
I was caught in the crossfire of
your love and had to duck
to get out
of the
way,
It wasn't your aim that scared
me, it was my inability to
grasp what you
wanted to
say,
At first you told me you loved
me and wished to shout
desire at the top
of your
lungs,
But as you kept firing your love
bullets, I was mortally
struck by confusion as
love began speaking
in tongues.
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