I don’t speak the language of love too well.

I’ve never lived in that strange land.

I took a class at college once

And learned how to order myself a hotel room

With a bath or shower

As I prefer.

I can order a potato,

Fully cooked.

But what do I know about Love?

I can tell you hello.

I can ask how you’re doing.

But when you tell me,

I won’t know what you’re saying.

So if, after you’ve told me some heartfelt things,

And I stare as if I’ve been unmoved,

It’s not that that I don’t want to understand,

I do,

But if I reply by asking you for a potato,

Fully cooked,

Please don’t hold it against me, Love,

That I am not fluent,

I am not versed

In the language of love.

-jenn