Innocence

                         Don't ask, my darling, how I love you,

                         put your request to the hurricanes,

                         to Sirocco storms, whilst rushing through,

                         will tornadoes speak of their strength?

                         Don't quest, my sweetheart, why is this love

                         still alive, or question the ocean's

                         waves, why do crested white-horses run

                         within her wild rampaging motions?

                         Don't search, my dearie, for the meaning,

                         observe monsoon's rich downpour, listen,

                         will the rainstorm explain its easy

                         senselessness flooding a thirsty land?

                                  Don't query the bliss, that puts the gem

                                  in your hands, just feel, that you're blessed.