Girl who wanted a good love

Dear,
Language…
Has and will forever fail.
Staring in ambiguity of how will my words dance in meaning
In the past of yours, which I bare was a part.

Dear, I wish. I wish it was simple for me.
Romantic could very well be your gesture, but is there anything else I can hold to, if not the words you blurt. Or may be for once shut your mouth forever?
But you see, you want to speak, make sense, explain a delusion you have to endorse to keep alive, to keep your old lover your parents happy. Is it?
What do you want?
To comply with your faith on the world — is that my evidence of love?

Dear, I so much wish we have meet, when we were little in the kindergarten. But sadly I am too old to avoid the obvious.

Will you pl stop teaching me and love me?