The Language Of Love: French Poem by Natasa To

That was the year Matt and I decided to talk
In French, a language of love.
we knew the sentence: I love you.
There was a friendship love between Matt and I.
Every morning I say to him: “Comment allez-vous? ”
Every morning Matt replies, “Je vais bien.”
We loved conversation using French.
It gave me an elevated, marvelous moment,
I needed to think of French in several different ways
That will make us good friends.
We always want to talk in French
Rather than in English or any other language like Spanish or Chinese
The soft sound of French makes me think of Matt.
We like to speak so that no one else would understand us
Only we knew what we meant.
French is the language of love; this I will never forget in my life