I love the English language. I never studied any other language, except for Latin, which I took only to understand English better.
Italian and French sound the most beautiful to my untrained ear. I wish I knew what English sounded like to a foreigner; the closest I come is when I'm in a crowded restaurant or party and stop focusing on individual conversations. It's much like taking off my glasses and watching objects blur--the sounds become background noise to my ears, and I nearly experience the color and texture of English.
One thing that fascinates me most is the evolutionary, adaptive nature of English, which has welcomed the immigration of words from every language. The French seem to be overzealous about keeping their language pure, but English is a mutt, and anyone who knows about dogs (or royalty) will tell you what problems arise from pedigree.
The second thing I think about is where words and phrases come from. Someone had to be the first one to say "Put your best foot forward," for example. Or "break the ice." Or turn a noun such as "beach" into a verb. Or turn verbs into adjectives.
Or invent words such as madcap, zany, grovel, and puking.
Actually there was a guy. His name was Will Shakespeare, and when he began writing, there were not nearly enough words to express what was in his head. So he made them up--an estimated 1700 of them.
I believe no one person has infused my beloved language with this much in such a short period of time.
I'm going back to Will's works.