Words, words, words

He's in love with words--the way the sound, the way they tumble off his tongue and tickle his ears as they fly into the sky.
Tonight it was "verve," courtesy of the Wizard of Oz and the Cowardly Lion:
Oh, it's sad, believe me, Missy, / When you're born to be a sissy / Without the vim and verve...
He rolled the word around in his mouth like a sip of fine wine. "Verve! Do you have verve?"
I said I did.
He said he did, too.
Then he moved on--"I used the gizmo to fix the whatzit!" He said it again--Whatzit. It made him laugh.
My heart is full.