Sonnet #2

A good place to begin, the beginning.

French. Twas foreign, unknown to me before.

I took time with it, and reap’d the reward.

I learn’d words, grammar; I understood more.

Surpris’d was I when I found beauty galore.

Through her teaching, I understood so much.

Not enough thanks can be giv’n to her. She

Has taught me more than she needed to teach.

The words I write cannot show gratitude

Enough to her and the love she showed us.

Dramatic, I may be, but truth lies here.

She opened mine eyes to a world renewed,

Not mine own encloséd one here. To her

I say thank you, maintenant et toujours.

This poem is about: 
Me

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