Learning English

When I start learning English grammar, My heart falters and my tongue tremors. An amorous poem, When I wrote, People don't like, don't even quote , Standing, sitting, or sleeping, my heart disabuses,  Brain from the idle thoughts and misuses, Of noun, pronoun, adverb, and adjective, So I feel fine with a sane state of subjective, Learning lexicon and vocabulary, An imperceptible approach to disarray, It seems I am flogging a dead horse,  But it's not like cramming morse,   The more I learn about this exotic, Dialect and accent which makes dramatic, Whole German, French, and Latin compound, Is this chemistry or seems a latent sound,   All my senses now take part in this chemical reaction. To read, listen, write, and speak with utmost correction, English itself is a math, physics, and chemistry,  A science of linguistics and a science of mystery.