The Question Is
Arms may hold the loved one, but how to hold love?
--What question is this? You ask.
I think over the definition, acknowledging
That some questions are raised
As all that can be said about the questions,
As if one is hammer throwing himself by holding his hair.
For what I do not know yet, at this age,
The answer is not what I want;
We have already known that
For what we feel but cannot answer,
No-answer is the ready answer. Why bother?
Then, the question turns back to (another
pointless question): When we are each other’s arms,Do we still need to ask: Where is love?
May 19, 2014