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.