Questions Poem by Leonard Ninwie

That which we desire we call love
Yet both are but lavish words
Brain children of our greedy minds.
Who amongst us desire poverty? And
What is love, that I so love?
The one called a girl or life?
Do I really love her? Or
I desire life; my selfish interest
But she loves me too. But please tell me:
Are we not in a busy market with the
Art of greedy merchants with minds of profits,
Or does the baker sell bread to neighbor out of love?