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Like a foreign language, I've learnt to read your face, the changing expressions, synced with conversation's pace. I can tell when there's something else on your mind, or when there's a right word you're trying to find. The way you raise your eyebrows at an interesting story, or burst into laughter - my heart beats away to glory. The way your face lights up, when you're making a joke, and that lingering smile, even after you spoke. Your speech dynamic, I know the melody, the rhythm, the places where pauses will be. Like a living book, I study each phrase, a fascinating read, to get lost in your gaze. I can't find a flaw, not a single misspelling, no irregular verbs, just a story for telling. And what a plot, a writing style that captivates me so, A page-turner, every paragraph and row. I speak many languages - learning them is fun - but the language of you is my my favourite one.
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Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 8:01 AM UTC
Language of You
Like a foreign language, I've learnt to read your face, the changing expressions, synced with conversation's pace. I can tell when there's something else on your mind, or when there's a right word you're trying to find. The way you raise your eyebrows at an interesting story, or burst into laughter - my heart beats away to glory. The way your face lights up, when you're making a joke, and that lingering smile, even after you spoke. Your speech dynamic, I know the melody, the rhythm, the places where pauses will be. Like a living book, I study each phrase, a fascinating read, to get lost in your gaze. I can't find a flaw, not a single misspelling, no irregular verbs, just a story for telling. And what a plot, a writing style that captivates me so, A page-turner, every paragraph and row. I speak many languages - learning them is fun - but the language of you is my my favourite one.
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Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 8:01 AM UTC
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