January 6th, 2006
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 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.
-Christopher Brennan
Tags: Poetry, Christopher Brennan, Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her
ER@sUrf3R says:
But that still doesn’t really answer the question, does it?
January 6th, 2006 at 04:48 am
Kunal Goel says:
he has answered the question.
January 6th, 2006 at 09:12 pm
Neha Mujumdar says:
and anyway the job of poets is not specifically to answer questions. it is enough that they have asked them. in any case i love this one because its poetry even though it rhymes.
January 7th, 2006 at 09:19 pm