The Three Degrees Of Love~Trez

I've always believe that the third degree of love comprises acceptance...

You accept that you can no longer change her into what you want her to be...You accept her bad habits...eating her own hair...her habit of talking like a human loudspeaker in public...all that makes you want to dissociate yourself with her,you claim to be beautiful...

When she is acting like a child,you become a friend she made at the playground...

When she is a criminal,you are her accomplice...

When quirky thoughts are spinning in her crazy mind...you are her co-conspirator...

When she falls...you will catch her...

When she soars into the sky...you are the breeze that bears her aloft...

When she wants to be a sailor...you are the ship...

When she feels like a whore...unclean,stained and tainted...you will be the Priest to wash away her sins...and wipe off all her tears...

When she is a gypsy...you will be the crystal ball in which she sees her future destiny...

When she has lost her mind...you are a fellow insaniac...convincing her that what she has seen is not a feverish hallucination but the beautiful reality that the rest of the world is to dull to perceive...

When she is sick and drained of all her charms...you bring cheer and comfort into her heart...

When all is darkness...you must be her candle...

All her flaws...all her imperfections...her emotional and intellectual anxieties...her pain and pleasure...her beauty and sadness... light and dark...her bursts of instability...her ethereal and sensuous countenance...her loneliness...her depression...her delerious inebriations...her coldness...her brilliance...her doubts,fears and insecurities...her vulnerabilities...her dreams and aspirations...her past,present and future...

her destiny....

I claim them all.