I Fell In Linguistics Today

This poem was inspired by another author that spoke to my soul.

I fell in linquistics today,
Her words were extravagent, and easy to digest,
She discipled me for a great test,
The next level of spiritual understanding,
There is no such thing as perfect planning,
Only Holy teachers, to prepare me before a table of plenty,
I don't have any power, I am but a humble student that expected his destiny,
I serve the public promptly, and honestly with words of justice,
I hold her ode with intimacy, preciously her praxis is the opposite of a pretence,
It fills my breast with lavishness, oh how compassionate,
Emerging in couraging falls of nourishment lurring me rightously, submereged in a sea of exticy,
Tantilizing, her teaching tearing at my timid torrso sometimes taunting me ever so tremendously,
Thankful I am of the finished product after extracting distraction, toxic waste that taste less great on plate.
Thank you, Thank you
I promise not to taint you
Taint you........
I fell in linquistics.