If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.
Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.
For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?.
Then seek not, sweet, the “If” and “Why”
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.
Spot on
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What do you mean dear🤔
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“Spot on” it means you nailed it. It was perfectly said. Sorry for the late reply
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Beautiful lines especially the last one,” I love you because the life in me you have given! 💗🙂💓well written
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Thanks Priti
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This poem was written by poet Christopher Brennan: https://allpoetry.com/Because-She-Would-Ask-Me-Why-I-Loved-Her You should attribute authorship to him or remove it.
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