Love Linquist

Love, quarrel

Well paint my wagon bloody red
Can this be the girl who I ran from and fled
This beautiful Lady..I Love so and trust
I spoke with a tongue of dirty disgust

First time I flew, said, "stupid me"
Why do you run from all you can be
Love, never felt, flowed free from my pores
Then I ran slamming, slam slamming all doors

Love was a language
Elusive to me
A tongue that's no secret
Yer never could speak
Then you became
My speech therapist
The Miracle worker.
My Love linguist