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.