Yo no se las palabras (I don't know the words)
Learning a new language has a way of simplifying the world,
Condensing it’s beauty into a few dozen words,
Straying accents littering the page.
The moon in all of its midnight glory simply becomes la luna.
The sun, el sol.
I don’t yet know the words to describe the heat that radiates atop my skin,
Or the feeling of being bathed in a glow that can only seem to come from divinity itself.
Love even fails to escape its simplicity, two syllables condensed into one heartbeat, amor.