When I was sixteen, I attended a French course with my sister. As I had missed French at school, I was happy to take the opportunity to give it a try. The teacher was a very handsome guy who I was attracted to (teenage dreams). But he also had a bit of a crush on me and always praised my pronunciation. Unfortunately it was only six weeks, but I love your language very much and can imitate it well. Once when we had some French exchange students with us, I threw the few smatterings into the conversation and was terribly proud of it. They were elated by my perfect "C'est fini!" when we finished our ice cream and I threw the style into the bin with a grand gesture. LOL
Such a shame I can't speak it. When French people speak English, they still speak French. HaHa! I love that strong accent. Germans sound wooden by comparison.
You write poetry. It's a supreme discipline and a poem is like a shy wood nymph that very rarely comes to visit me.
Let me read one of your French poems, and I try to make sense of it through two translations. And see, what will come out of it! Wouldn't that be fun?