Missing Ëarvilya #4

I'm the timidest if by your side I am,
why don't you get it? you are not like them,
a philosopher with the masses,
a dumb when you use your glasses.
It is not that you scare my heart,
it is just that any word is useless,
only for decency I cut the throat of Muteness,
then I hide my bloody pugio from Love's false start.
An universe of eulogies say I could,
I want you to understand that I'm not rude,
please forgive my mouth's spechless misses,
Love's grammar is full of music, dance, hugs, smiles, moans, sighs and kisses.