As a poet. I love words. The way they feel on the tongue. The way it sounds to the ear. The way it all just comes together in a hum of beauty. I am also an appallingly bad grammar student. That being said, I love language. I love the way it moves and flows. The way small tilts and tiny changes make meaning and inference. I love how you open a mind when you open a mouth. I love words. I love poetry, but most of all, I love that when you say something, in just the right way, it touches someone and changes their life. They come back again and again, because something in your phrasing stuck in their head. Touched their mind and became, in some tiny way, a part of their history. I love it when someone says they had to come back to read something I wrote. I love that! Love, Love, Love it! I may not be able to use the proper comma, but I know how to speak in a language you can understand, if you are willing to put aside your sharpie, and take up my meaning.