Foreign Language (of Love), by Angela Maggioncalda

He traveled to my world and invited me to his

His speech is touched by his native tongue,

A language I’ve heard of and yearn to learn

But I am scared and tremble at the idea

I’ve never before traveled to this strange place

But his gentle, warm embrace settles my shivering nerves

We part, but I cannot stop thinking about him

I worry and fuss

Will I be able to learn his language and navigate the land?

I decide to join him and begin the journey.

It has been a year since we began and have traveled far

Sometimes we get lost because I fumble to speak the new language

Other times, his translation isn’t as clear as needed

However, I wouldn’t ask for a different traveling partner

Though I misspeak, he always helps me

While I learn the language of love