How you say it?

You bend your tongue to

Ill-formed foreign words,

(Or so you thought them,

Until you came to see their beauty).

Stumbling over diphthongs,

The 'silent's and the 'stressed's,

Resort to native curses when

It's all become too much.

But you return to it, time after time;

The nonsensical grammar and the

Accent you can't quite grasp.

Eventually you come to find that,

That second language is like-

How you say it?

A lover.

At first, regarded with suspicion,

Held at a safe distance.

Throughout your relationship,

It shows itself to be

Betimes rewarding, others, petty.

But once you grasp it, hold it close,

You never forget how it feels

Dancing across your tongue.