Unintelligible

You are the dialect
I strive to understand,
But your words trip up
My tongue,
Stumbling like a newborn fawn.
I rehearse and repeat
Morning, noon, and night,
And still your essence
Is out of view,
Like dreams long dead.
I pour over your syntax
Like pages in a book,
But your meaning remains
Like an unsolved riddle,
As a dead language
Written on the walls
Of a long forgotten cave.
Far too many grammatical rules
To commit to memory.
But, despite my best effort
To bridge this divide,
You remain a mystery,
A code hard to unfasten.
You are a language,
A foreign tongue to me,
And even in striving to learn,
Our connection remains unseen.  

It's impossible for me
To understand you.
But to be fair,
You don't understand me either.