A Universal Language

By Ewan

Wed, 16 Dec 2015
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I made love in Esperanto,

whispered Klingon in her ear,

I pledged my troth in Elvish,

but she didn't want to hear.

 

Her look said it was gibberish,

and she lay back on the bed.

I knew she wouldn't understand,

no matter what I said.

 

I turned to leave and at the door,

I said the words I knew,

of course she didn't believe it,

still I whispered “I love you”.

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Submitted by blackjack-davey on

a nice take on incommunicability

but making love in esperanto must be a mistake!

 

Submitted by Bee on

Words, so often overrated in love are at least necessary in poetry. But then it all depends who wants to hear. I liked your poem.

Bee