My heart beats a thousand languages,
Which in pen I cannot write
The flames that burn deep inside me,
Are ones I dare not fight
This love’s an aching battle
Which you have always won
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This is a wonderful poem you've written. The 'thousand languages' of love can better be perceived, than penned. Absolutely true. The poet (or the lover) bears the flames of love 'deep inside', be it so, rather than fight to put the flame out. To lose in the love's 'aching battle' is no shame, rather a glory. In this case, the loser is the ultimate winner. Thanks, my dear poet, for this wonderful short piece. Greetings for a very happy 2014 and best wishes...