Deeply
I’m subdued
So fondly
I pursue
You
Forbidden
Kept in all I can swear upon
Upon my carefully emphasized charm
I keep for you
I dream altogether
After all, isn’t giving
A part of forgiveness
Yet you fainted under the purest image
I thought was you
Yes, it’s true.
You have ended
Faltering under my unfortunate gaze
I stand back disappointed and amazed
By Jennifer Barajas
A Dead Language 