If asking 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 [bad word] would yearn to meet
And find their [bad word] 

For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were we need
To dreaming.
To thrill and faint and then to sweetly bleed?

Then seek not, darling, 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.