CAMELOT FANTASIES

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.