vow

endlessly i'll love you, but that's not a promise i can make if every day my lungs move to keep me breathing, and my heart pumps to keep blood flowing. so captivated and relentless, i'll be your slave to be no more enslaved to my immunity of stillness, evermore i'll be just as i am, which isn't good enough for you, but always striving for the hooded hawk that flies to hunt and returns at the whistle.