BY Christopher Brennan (1870-1932)...{{Dedicated to my TRUTH}}...
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Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her...
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If questioning would make us wise...
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No eyes would ever gaze in eyes...
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If all our tale were told in speech ...
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No mouths would wander each to each...
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Were spirits free from mortal mesh...
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And love not bound in hearts of flesh...
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No aching breasts would yearn to meet...
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And find their ecstasy complete...
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For who is there that lives and knows...
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The secret powers by which he grows??...??...
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Were...(your)... knowledge all...
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what were our need ...
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To thrill...
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and faint...
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and sweetly bleed...???...
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...???????????...
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Then seek not... sweet...the "If " and "Why" ...
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I love you now...
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Untill I die...
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For I must Love...
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because I live...
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And life in me is...
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what you give...
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Love
***A Poet's Muse***
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