Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her by Christopher Brennan

It started off with a google search on one of my favourite poets, Frost. One poem led to another and before I knew it, many minutes had passed me by and I could not stop reading. Lunch forgotten, shower forgotten, I found myself lost in the wonderland of poetry. How long it has been since I devoured creative-writing this way, I cannot tell but it was simply impossible to tear myself away from the pages. 

I had not heard of Christopher Brennan before today but when I read this poem, I knew it was the most beautiful way I had ever known anyone express love. 

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.

In the coming days, I will share a few more poems that I liked from today's session. If you love poetry too, keep your eyes peeled.