The Question

    Love, a question

    royed you.

    I o you

    from tainty.

    I  you straight as

    the road.

    But you insist

    on keeping a nook

    of s I do not .

    My love,

    understand me,

    I love all of you,

    from eyes to feet, to toenails,

    inside,

    all tness, w.

    It is I, my love,

    w your door.

    It is not t, it is not

    topped

    at your window.

    I knock dohe door:

    I enter your life:

    I come to live in your soul:

    you cannot cope h me.

    You must open door to door,

    you must obey me,

    you must open your eyes

    so t I may searchem,

    you must see how I walk

    eps

    along all the roads

    t, blind, ing for me.

    Do not fear,

    I am yours,

    but

    I am not the beggar,

    I am your master,

    ting for,

    and noer

    your life,

    no more to leave it,

    love, love, love,

    but to stay.