I hate French.
The way the letters roll.
And the purring of the sounds,
As they touch my ears.
How there is a word,
For things that cannot be explained.
My feelings put in words,
I cannot comprehend.
                                                                ­            Staring,
Blankly at this new meaning,
Of this new emotion.
Feeling more vague,
And slightly confused,
As the purity of it,
Suddenly feels lost,
                                  missing,

In stupid French.