love is like berlitz, babe.
before i knew you,
(what was that about? how could that even be?)
i spoke enough to order lunch
or get directions,
but now i learned the language of you–
your love coming back to me so fine and flowing.
it’s berlitz, babe.
the way i adore you come rain come shine–
i know it by heart,
sweet on my lips
and richer for the knowing.