- 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.
a poem by Christopher Brennan
Epilogue …… Wednesday is my date to update Love = tree of happiness ….many time I wonder what we bring in this world ….. many say we come empty hand ….and leave this earth with empty hands ….. but in view …
Love is our inner wealth, seed of which we bring in your closed hands to plant in this world to make it a tree of happiness…..
what exactly seed do ….. it dissolves its identity or ego to become tree of happiness ……
in love …… it is not me …it is you breath in me ….. that you is our lover that lover is another form of God …..
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