I'm in a sonnet-writing mood :D

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I think you are too fond of verbs and nouns,
that adjectives fall careless from your tongue
when I would hear you make no structured sound
at all. You say: my love, too long unsung,
must now be given voice. I say be still.
I say that adverbs give no hint of love,
and I would have you say no more until
your eyes have spoken so: below, above,
in every turning frame of your regard.
I'd see these endless vows of which you speak,
I'd feel them in your fingers, pressing hard;
your touch is sure, your words are far too weak.
The language that we use, give it its due,
is not how I would receive love from you.