BECAUSE SHE WOULD ASK ME ...
Friday
August 15, 2014 9:46 am
I've
been packing my closet all morning and I came across a book of poems
and I stopped to read... now I think I want to give to you an old
favorite of mine I had almost forgotten until only a few moments ago. It's funny, but all thoughts of packing has left my mind and another thought has
again captured my heart and imagination. It's awful how easily I slip into old ways... The poem is by Christopher Brennan,
and it is titled:
Because She
Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her
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.
posted by Robin Johnson @ 9:46 AM
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