They splatter words into the atmosphere, decorating the space with linguistic revelations and insight. They weave terminology into sentences that blanket their passion As he challenges, she debates feverishly, it's a feat of wit and cognition.
Laughter and glee fills their beings and she pauses, He says, "I honor thy stoic morning mask of incandescent art with a graceful bow"
All the while her heart swells with the incandescent composition he delivers.
His prose pauses her. His mind captivates her. His soul welcomes her.
She's fallen for a global linguist, stunted in his travels due to a pandemic. He has no space for her existence in his heart's scape, Yet he leads her into this fantasy illuminated by the words he meddles.
She continuously falls without hesitation or fear. Uncontrollable.
A rainstorm into an open field Soaking my pigments with Colors nonexistent; You’re a solar storm, Irradiating, enriching me In serenity transcendent. Otherworldly on my tongue; You are a forgotten language Awaiting translation, Patience and understanding. Someone to take the time To comprehend your words Unspoken and unread. Trust me to hold you, To listen and read With consideration and delicacy. Know that I’m here for you to Whisper your unknowns in my ear, And compose your silent correspondence On my skin with your lips Without fear.
Philology: 1. The study of literature and of disciplines relevant to literature or to language as used in literature