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I Wish


I wish I could speak any language I hear. I would say in a hundred ways, I love you my dear. People will flock to converse with me In Italian French and Cantonese. I could live in Germany or possibly Rome With my language skills anywhere would be home. Misunderstandings would never occur. Royalty will hire me as the official interpreter. Ancient, dead languages will spew from my tongue Reviving old Latin ballads that used to be sung. My talent's so perfect, no need for tweaking, If only I wasn't so terrified of public speaking.
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