I wish I could learn more languages so that each time I find a poem, One with a different tongue, It would never hesitate to narrate me its words. It would never judge me of my incapability to understand it So that each time I find a few more poems, of a different tongue, I would arouse the irresistibility to read them, savour and develop anew perspective of mine, An ability of understanding! Languages are but mere sets Of words constraining of rules for the imperfectionist to find perfection in words of unknown meaning but for those who are blind of words, Def of a billion and more languages, plight their troth not in the languages, bind their emotions not to mere words, But to the expression and love, of the eternal spirit of an individual. So I devour no more to taste these words, But starve for the beauty of expressions! I wish I could learn more languages So that each time I find a poem One with a different tongue, It would never hesitate To narrate me its words It would never judge me Of my incapability to understand it So that each time I find few more
