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

Were spirits free motal mesh
And love bound in hearts of flesh
No anching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ectasy compelet.

For who is there that lives and knows
The secret power by which he grows?
were knowledge and faint 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.