If questioning would make us wise <br />No eyes would ever gaze in eyes; <br />If all our tale were told in speech <br />No mouths would wander each to each. <br /> <br />Were spirits free from mortal mesh <br />And love not bound in hearts of flesh <br />No aching breasts would yearn to meet <br />And find their ecstasy complete. <br /> <br />For who is there that lives and knows <br />The secret powers by which he grows? <br />Were knowledge all, what were our need <br />To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed? <br /> <br />Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why" <br />I love you now until I die. <br />For I must love because I live <br />And life in me is what you give.<br /><br />Christopher John Brennan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/because-she-would-ask-me-why-i-loved-her/
