You tell me language is –
Impossibly useless
When you say you are sorry that I am hurt.
You remark how language is –
An improbable delight
When we play with the rhythms and rhymes of my poems.
You say that language is –
Impossibly useless
When we walk in the quiet and peace of the woodlands.
You observe that language is –
An improbable delight
When the words that you spin make me shout with laughter.
Like the words,
‘I love you’, I whisper,
Hugging you close.