Broken Grammar

Once.

Upon a time.

I had underestimated her.

I am fond of words.

I play with them.

And juggle them millions at a time.

In spite of my broken grammar.

Or because of it.but i didn’t hear. love.

She didn’t speak. love.

Looks like she doesn’t need words.

Like love.

That i am so fond of.

Or some language.

Or broken grammar.

To kiss me.

With all the love.

That her lips.

Are composed of.

With.

The passion that is oozing.

Out of her every touch.

She is only capable of love.

Even if she can’t spell it.

– she. is a sign language.

And i have said this.

Even in my broken grammar.