Hablame Espanol
With words perfect that draw us in
Written, unheard she too has been
Down that road where love became
Unfelt, untouched and too mundane
She is woman who needs her share
The best of one with soul hers bared
Where truth not yields to win favor
Of her who trusts, of her to savor
Her distinct, class act ignored
A friend whose heart someone would gore
This ones for her who speaks to me
Spanish my language so fluently
Survival of the fittest she'll say
For man she needs not be enslaved
Giving but once but not given
Her sentiment true love forgiving
Her who speaks our native tongue
Her who dreams to be with one
If just in write where peace she brings
A piece of her, with pulled heart strings
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