It was in the common room
Of the Graveston, where I first set eyes on you,
And of course, I knew
That which I had to do
But, in that moment, looking down at you,
Eyes so deep brown, I could see through
Them, surrounding by your pinkish hue,
Into your soul,
And right there, I knew our union
Would make me whole
Forever more.
My faith in the world
Only your beauty could restore.
As I felt the touch of your snout, against my skin,
I’d swear it was the tenderest connection, that there has ever been.

And though cynical world, would describe you, as just a pig’s decapitated head,
Its our liaison, and your face I think of, laying in Samantha’s bed.