Do You Speak Greek?
Sometimes I wonder what you see,
Try to figure it all out.
They say the eyes are the windows
To the depths of a soul,
But I’ve gazed into yours oft enough,
That I really begin to doubt.
I suppose it is what makes me come back,
I am not used to things this complex,
Your mastery of the then,
Is more powerful than mine of the now.
You can recite the book of Revelations,
But it is all in Greek,
You are an open book in another language
One I try so desperately to learn,
I wonder how long you’ll wait
Before you sigh that little sigh,
The one when I get it wrong,
And tell me you were wrong,
Wrong to teach a heathen, the language
Of the divine.
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