I Love Letters Poem by Ailbhe Eighteen

Visions towards language deep passion to accord
Over the obsession to words like sword
We want words to say not words that abhor
Every one must say ''play the word''
Less hurt and bane and bitter gourd
So be tactful speakers, a sound may kill a bird.

A linguist loves letters, sounds
Every foreign talk he's to go and mount
In the vale of b and d or n and u
Oh these blind me with their ardent new
Utmost warmth, it brings me, I bring it back anew.