Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her
by Christopher Brennan (1870-1932)
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.
Happy first anniversary my love, Tim
Saturday, June 17, 2006
For My Kelly ...
Posted by Other Side at 11:22 PM
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1 Swings of the bat:
Maybe it's because you make me laugh or maybe it's because you really do surprise me sometimes or maybe it's because our paths have been so similar... maybe that's why I love you.
But the times I feel it the most are when things aren't going so good. Because I know deep in my soul that we'll be there for each other today, tomorrow and for another 60 years.
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