To Love another is to learn a foreign language,
Just as it would feel peculiar to the mind and tounge on the first try,
It often gets familiar as the time goes by.
But all this is only possible to the one that makes effort to understand foreign words,
To know what they're all about,
For words never come easy to a tongue that makes no effort to spell them out.
One can only perceive from the language they speak,
And so if they mean something to you,
Take the time to meet their tongue so you can both speak the language that needs no words.
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