believing in love as a universal language
until I met you, finding ourselves
in a paradox of our own making
for we were inept at communication
the accent all wrong
I . . .
unable to see the words "I Love You"
through the lyrics of a song
you . . .
unable to hear the words "I Love You"
penned of emotions laid bare on paper
each failing to connect the dots
to read between the lines of longing and denial
trapped in a dance of mixed signals and flirtation