BECAUSE SHE WOULD ASK ME WHY I LOVED HER
Thursday, October 20th, 2005.
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BECAUSE SHE WOULD ASK ME WHY I LOVED HER
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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..
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were spirits free from mortal mesh,
and love not bound in hearts of flesh,
no aching breasts would yearn to meet,
and found their ecstacy complete..
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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..
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then seek not, sweetheart, 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.
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THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO PROVE,
THERE’S NOTHING I WON’T DO,
THERE’S NOTHING LIKE THE PAIN,
I FEEL FOR YOU.
