Rummaging through a library lost,
I found scripts long foregone.
A language made emotionless,
With words of letters and alphabets.

Yet poetry seeped,
Undiluted nor turned.
A sonnet of passion,
A hymn of love.

The rawness of words,
Not quite understood.
The barrier of language,
Not quite set onto.

An idiot speak,
So simply spoke.
A world of words,
Discovered without.

A simpler time,
For simpler minds.
Where oxford didn't,
Define my love.