Grammatical Infatuation

This a just a poem on my favorite *words*

Grammatical Infatuation



I am in love with words.
Their smooth sleekness solidifying
Into sentences mistifies me.
The creepity creep of comprehension
Consumes my every thought.
I am in love with words.

From the vigorous vitatlity of a verb.
To the annunciated knowledge of a noun.
Even the adjective, easily associated,
Already overstated, purpose astounds me.
I am in love with words.

Let them move over you and fill you with a story.
Allow them to fall down on you like rain in a
Pattern of the past.
Don't you see the neccessary goal?
The need to communicate to you, to me, to the world?
Beautiful, methodical, and oh so spectacular.
I am in love with words.

Blessed to be blessed with such a gift
That has made and condemed the destiny
Of many a man.
To behold a force known to elicit emotion
Just as quick as blood.
Splattering down a page until it darkens to ink.
All just to relay a simple message:
I am in love with words.