Well paint my wagon
****** red!!
Can this be the woman
I ran from and fled
This beautiful Lady
I Love so and trust
I spoke with a tongue
Of ***** disgust

First time I flew, I said...
"stupid me"!
Why do you run
From all that 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
Yet never could speak
Then came you
My speech therapist
A Miracle worker
My Love linguist