"That was a futile event"
My best friend glanced to me
And smirked
At the usage of such a unique
And powerful word.
The actual usage of words we've learnt
The brilliance and the beauty
Of our pure, defining English class

Her lectures pay off.

My vocabulary lengthens
My thirst for language is left unquenched
My throat is dry
And I long for the touch of linguistics upon my being
I am in love with it
This English language
The superiority of its brilliance
The superb accuracy of its words to a feeling
My sense of nostalgia when I remember I dear word
My heart on fire to learn more of its beauty

I am in  love
In love  with words
In love with their taste
And the vocabulary
Their brilliance
And the words I use
That are often not as futile
As they seem,
Just momentarily.