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Worried Japanese Love
If I could speak your language,
Love, we could share the stage,
And your face would be in front of me
Not on the video case.
(Or photobooks, wherein you sprawl,
Where you smile and pose
In that cut-out world of You.
Aishiteru, aishiteru, but no one knows.)
Id write you hiragana,
Play script in vertcal lines.
But I write poems horizontal
And I speak only sighs.
(Its plastic passion that I scrawl.
But its real so true
Worshipping your soul, your hands,
Your acting, cant help but aishiteru.)
In your words, I could tell you twenty times
One message, and thats all.
In my tongue, three words seem insufficient,
To describe such a wingless fall.
In your words, Shakespeare still is beautiful;
Yes, you too, love, preserved him.
In my tongue, only Shakespeare finds the words
To sing the unsingable hymn.
In your words, I must take care to not offend
And use the appropriate name.
In my tongue, we sha