ROMANCE


She said, "Spanish is the language of love."
and I said, "I thought French was the language of love."
but she said, "Whatever we speak, my sweet, is the language of love."
So I said, "Oh."
We were in Spanish class, though we weren't really speaking it.
It was too soon,
we were too new
but we tried, she and I
to practice our romance tongues
as we tortured ourselves
trying to say things
we didn't know we meant.
It was awkward.
It was difficult.
It was intense.
It was fun.
It will never be forgotten
trying, in Junior High
to learn the language of love.

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