Words from my childhood drip down from your lips
Our shared mother tongue pulsating with bliss
Our love is bilingual, I see your eyes twinkle
As our lexicons intertwine, combine and intermingle
Words roll off your tongue like pure liquid gold
The culture of my homeland rooted deep within your soul
Our hearts long for the green, the clear night skies and the sea
The cliched coconut trees and the early birds’ melody
Words are not all you have to take my heart away
My heart was looted long ago by your special little ways
An artist’s vocabulary gives you an advantage
Looking up into your eyes is my idea of a vantage
Point me in the direction of a life shared with you
Love me in the language that lends me a pink hue
Your voice in your dialect is so playful, so so sweet
I’ll trace it’s letters with my native tongue on yours when you kiss me
