12.04.2005

The Language of Love

They say that French is the language of love.
Rich and beautiful, words blend into one.
Conversation transforms into an art
and all indulge in the pleasure of listening.
But difficulties are found underneath:
unsounded vowels in strings unending
sweet nothings whispers away from insults
voice dancing between passion and ruin.
Yet all of the risks are necessary,
for without an attempt, the joy is lost.
The hidden complexity gives structure.
Attention to the smallest detail gives
depth and richness for the outward beauty.
The greatest effort gives the greatest gain.

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