Language of the English Iris

This is my first sonnet ever!

Language is a virus 
That lives in our soul. 
That grows like an English Iris, 
With no self-control. 

Language is like the wind 
It billows and blows. 
It flows till the end 
and it grows and grows. 

Language is like love 
That comes from within 
That flies with the dove 
and cant stop its spin. 

Language is a Virus 
That grows like an English iris. 

Author's Note

All constructive criticism greatly appreciated.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A beautiful write and truthful one on languae...Bravo.........................

[Hannah Pafford]

Thank you so much! :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)..................