Poems from a Purple Pony

To explain love,

To denote it in such a scientific manner...

Is a crime, and an antonym to itself.

To experience love,

To share it with him or with her...to behold it in every second of life and every single action personally...

Is simply sublime, and the perfect synonym.

I know this myself, because I pride myself in scientific study. It's part of me, it's part of the Twilight Sparkle that everypony knows. But how? How could I know how to study love, let alone do it myself? The answer is simply, really.

I lived.

The way to love is to live. The way to life, is love. It's concurrent, really. But how, you might ask, did I live?

With a pony I truly found love in. Pinkie Pie.

I first called the experiment to its beginning when I told her what I actually felt. I was foolish then - I had prepared a list, I had organized love into a schedule.

It did not stay long. Instead, it dispelled itself the moment I opened the door.

There are just some things that I can't explain, nor can any known universal law or force. Nothing can explain the grin that my face broke out in the second I saw her, or the way that my heart began thumping furiously.

Nothing, in the entire universe, can explain why I leapt as my heart did soon after, closing my eyes and throwing myself against everything I'd planned.

Nothing could explain why I decided to kiss Pinkie Pie that day.

I could explain her reaction afterwards - the sudden, stunned gaze, the breathless panting, and even the rosening of her cheeks that I'd seen, quite literally, never.

But nothing, as far as I can think of to this day, can explain why she returned the very same sentiment, without speaking a word.

Not another word was spoken, but I knew then that love came through life, spontaneously and freely when it wished.

Just like her.

Love is something not to be explained, or questioned, but instead to be enjoyed, and lived. But how does one enjoy love? My answer is simple.

It's an inherent happiness. It's difficult not to.

Only days after, I found myself seeking company with her more and more often. My schedules began clearing off study time, scientific formulae and their testing, and even sleep, to spend time with her. But why did I seek so for her company? Why did I enjoy it? Why did I not pursue my other happinesses that came naturally?

The answer came with a flutter of the heart, and one final moment of indescribable passion.

I had been stargazing, and she lay beside me - her chest rising and falling slowly, and a pink curl of her mane resting gently upon her eyes, which were lightly closed in the throes of sleep. I was so busy focusing on Orion, that I hardly noticed her mumbling in her sleep. What was said, however, was quite enough to turn my attention.

"...mmnf...Twi~light...you know...how much I love you...quit asking..."

I can't explain many things. I can't explain why exactly she chose those words, nor can I explain why she spoke in her sleep.

But in the instant that my heart melted, dissolving into an easily malleable goo, I could explain exactly why I suddenly tore away from the telescope, pressing my lips to hers in a giddy, instinctual rush of endorphins, causing her to wake nearly instantly, only to enjoy her situation just as much about as I was.

Because love is within each and every pony, and is right in our instinctual needs, alongside the need for food and water. It comes easily, and the right words, the right pony, the right environment, can set it flowing, bringing us to a higher state of ecstasy and elevation. In what ways, one can never be sure, but I could be sure that it was a greater happiness asserting itself, throwing everything but its own presence aside in the heat of the moment. One enjoys love by allowing it to be itself, and allowing it to flow.

Love is unpredictable, yet infinitely cheerful.

Just like her.

And thus, I have come to my conclusion of my 'experiment', the explanation of the unexplainable, and the results of life:

Pinkie Pie is love.

So by mere virtue, I am in love with love. Of course, I can't say 'I love love', so I'll keep it simple.

I love Pinkie Pie.