I fell in love with English
When he read my soul.
He took me on a whirlwind,
He was cacophony, he was euphony.
A paradox in his own right,
I was intrigued and I was befuddled.
His touch made me weep and giggle
and shiver and smile.
He had poetic lips
And he gave me melodic kisses
that made my feminine rhyme tingle,
I had to have him.
His love was a beautiful ballad on
a Sunday morning
And I was hooked
Thank you, Tierra!
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