If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tales were told in speech
No mouth would wander each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in heart of flesh
No aching ******* would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.

For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
We're knowledge all, what were our need
To trill 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.