“If questioning would make us wise no eyes would ever gaze in eyes; if all
of our tale were told in speech, no mouth would wonder each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal mesh and love not bound to hearts of flesh no
aching breast would earn 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 not seek, sweet, the “If” and “Why” I love you until I die. For I must
love because I live And life in me is what you give.”