i wonder what it's like
to love in another language.

do the words for it
(call me when you get home, be careful)
(i'm so proud of you)
(stay)
feel different as they form in your mouth?

do they roll off the tongue the same way
(sometimes too easily, hastily)
or do they get stuck
and refuse to come out?

and does your heart still swell
at the same phrases
(you're beautiful)
(i want to see you)
(i'm falling for you)
when the words don't sound
as simple, as sweet?

maybe another language would be better.
a few languages, a few colors, a few different styles.
different accents. maybe a picture of my heart
bursting at the seams.
because sometimes
"i love you"
doesn't cover it all.

for now, though,
for here

i adore you
my heart belongs to you
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU SO
in every language, every color, every font.
anywhere, nowhere, everywhere.