Your love.

I'll prostrate myself,

degrade myself,

for you,

and your love.

I'll defile myself,

beguile myself,

to have

your love.

I'll be your serf -

your personal slave;

your chattel,

and your dirty knave.

I will

bend over,

but I know

you don't want that;

it's what I'm 

led to believe -

these spineless love songs

pour all over me.