The Love Linguist

Well paint my wagon
Bloody 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 dirty 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 you became
My speech therapist 
A Miracle worker
My Love linguist