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Because she would ask me why I loved her

If questioning would make us wise

No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;

If all our tale were told in speech

No mouth would wander each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal mesh

And love not bound in heart and flesh

No aching breasts would yearn to meet

And find their ecstacy 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.

- Christopher Brennan