Sinking In Love

What can be in this mystery,
This over-bearing ecstacy,
That takes my rationality,
And throws it to the wind.

What constitutes this tidal wave,
That takes the meek, just as the brave,
From silent depths, I cannot save,
Myself from going in.

For those without it, wonder why,
And how it conquers all,
In finding it, they realize,
It's not too bad a fall.

Its something we will all contact,
And as our senses soon retract,
We will never, ever give it back,
I'd rather sink in love, than swim.

by eochaid
posted on 10/30/2007