Just when I thought I'd found Love again, she spoke baaaaaaaaaad English! 😑🤦🏾♂️
I know love enough to recognise her anywhere.
I mean love dresses fine and with a queenly smile;
Soft spoken and with a character that shows virtue and grace!
Love calls my name
It is pure bliss in my brain,
and takes it to new terrains.
Love makes me dream!
But reality did it's scheme,
HER ACCENT BITES
Thinking-love's a language I'm yet to understand fully,
(A chaotic arrangement where hearts can spark or burn or be turned off forcefully!).
Though her English may be rough,
She shines so bright.
Perhaps love's not in a language
But a knowledge,
Pure, light, and sure!
I saw love and I knew her!
But she spoke bad English.
😒🤦🏾♂️
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 1:51 PM UTC
Just when I thought I'd found Love again, she spoke baaaaaaaaaad English! 😑🤦🏾♂️
I know love enough to recognise her anywhere.
I mean love dresses fine and with a queenly smile;
Soft spoken and with a character that shows virtue and grace!
Love calls my name
It is pure bliss in my brain,
and takes it to new terrains.
Love makes me dream!
But reality did it's scheme,
HER ACCENT BITES
Thinking-love's a language I'm yet to understand fully,
(A chaotic arrangement where hearts can spark or burn or be turned off forcefully!).
Though her English may be rough,
She shines so bright.
Perhaps love's not in a language
But a knowledge,
Pure, light, and sure!
I saw love and I knew her!
But she spoke bad English.
😒🤦🏾♂️
Love and language.
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