Author’s Note

This is one of the shortest poems I’ve written in a while, but it carries an idea I’ve been circling for years.

A lot of love poems focus on being understood.

Wanting someone to see you. Wanting someone to know you. Wanting someone to understand the parts of yourself that feel difficult to explain.

Those desires are real.

But as I was writing this piece, I realized my attention was pointed in the opposite direction.

I wasn’t thinking about being understood.

I was thinking about understanding.

About how every person carries an internal world that exists beyond simple translation. A private rhythm. A natural cadence. A way of thinking and feeling that doesn’t always survive the journey into spoken language.

I think that’s part of why I write so often about language, communication, and connection.

Not because I believe perfect understanding is possible.

But because the attempt matters.

Because choosing to learn someone—to listen carefully, to pay attention, to remain curious about who they are beneath the surface—is one of the most meaningful forms of affection I know.

The title came first.

“The Language Her Soul Speaks.”

Not because I believe souls literally have languages, but because some people seem to move through the world with a rhythm that feels uniquely their own.

This poem is about wanting to learn that rhythm.

Not to change it.

Not to possess it.

Just to understand it a little better than I did yesterday.

— Rowan Evans

The Language Her Soul Speaks
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I want to whisper secrets
in the language her soul speaks,
touch the edges of her mind
in the natural cadence
in which she thinks—

not translated,
not borrowed,
not filtered
through the limits of my tongue.

Not because I need
to be understood,
but because I want to understand.

Journey into the Hexverse…

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[I’ll Be There to See Your Sunrise]
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If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]