Love is written and spoken in a foreign language Strange, new, and undiscovered Once it is recognized becomes easy to learn Anyone can be taught the language of love It takes time Some study for years, never fully understanding what it means Never fluent in caring Reaching out to others Some souls only comprehend the language of lips Not of our hearts
His words are fluid yet languid until he changes tongues and becomes another person entirely. His sounds become strong and incomprehensible as he weaves his way from language to language, dialect to dialect. He is the manager of worlds, the linguist. In his mind, his original language is not his, for he is only relaxed when amongst the foreign nature of other languages. The rasping, uncommon tongue of home is not comforting to him anymore, so he will rapidly intake other places until he finds another sound that resonates within him.