.the nature of love.

[thepolo]

it is a tendency of mine
to surrender,
and to reduce my thoughts
to that of swine.

compared to her i am a pig,
digging through excrement
trying to end something
which has no beginning.

love.

is why i can't just merely hang up the phone,
i have to make kissing noises,
tell her that i love more than 3 times.
and utter the words, "(sadly) goodbye baby."

and to the naked eye,
this is a routine
only seen in movies
that gleam
off of a silver screen...

but to the careful observer,
this is .the nature of love.
to perserve that which has already been perserved,
to love that which has already been loved,
yes, my words are a beautiful love song,
soothing whispers that awaken the unawakenable ...

when i see her,
i see God's grace, His love, and His mercy...
i humble myself, i become a pig
in the presence of a graceful flower.
i weaken myself, i become a peasant
in the midst of a lovely reward.
i punish myself, i become a tyrant
standing before a merciful princess.

i am imprisoned by her love,
and there is no escape.
nor do i wish to escape.

together we will make a life song so beautiful,
that it will echo, through the halls of eternity.
and be spoken of
by prophets, kings, and nobles,
as the greatest love story
never to be told again.

this is it!