Love Asks No Questions

And would you challenge my right to love And you want me to write for approval And you expect me to know some profit Or to predict how I shall gain? Love asks no questions to be given It finds its own need and bloom at will Flowers that are gifts from heaven. And when I write my heart out plain Do not ever scramble me again For the one thing in a poem I cannot forgive Is dishonesty ... a poem should never lie It has too brief a path to find repentance My love, forget what is to be gain We but can give account from a balance sheet of loss O let us dance: I like a wine with movement It is the duller edge of pain.