You’d think that good ol’ Babel mess,
Despite the end to seal it,
Was like a blessing from above:
Because of it we now possess
So many ways to utter „love”
Though still one way to feel it.
And yet, for many human kind’s
Evolved and savvy creatures,
It’s quite the other way around:
According to their musing minds
Should saying „love” the same did sound
They’d still feel scores of features.
So pray, my friends, indulge my thought
With just a moment’s wonder:
The number of the tongues you speak
I dare allege it matters not,
If what you claim to be unique
Will tear a heart asunder.
© 2016 Liliana Negoi