Words are the most beautiful, precious, things. They are so often taken for granted. I have always coveted them. They have never failed to entertain me. They give me a sense of purpose, and remind me of the power that I have inside myself. How can we forget about the voiceless who remain weak for lack of opportunity to learn their own language well? In moments between sleeping and leaving my bed I think thoughts in my second language, in an effort to hold on to the precious phrases. Each sentence, word, and syllable within a line is valuable. Thought once thought, not wasted, because it is recorded by words. Emotion expressed, gently explained, pain, pleasure, communicated…such a gift. Joys shared, warnings carried from failed pasts to entire communities. The beauty of these tiny gems beguiles my spirit. I am, and forever shall remain, in love.