Why? Poem by Paul Andrew Bourne

Why?
Why, why?
Why, why, why?
Why, why, why do I love thee?
It's like the rhythm of a drum moving my being from within
without warning
My being responds from its core
It moves to the Ancestor of my soul
I see my being twitch, twist, flinch and flout to the rhythm of love's beat
I'm lost to the rhythm
That can only be likened to the wind twirling from when it came and back to its origin
without notice
I'm just lost in thee,
in a world of my Ancestors' charm not knowing how I got her
drawn to thee from beyond my being's will
I'm just pulled from the inside out and beyond my wit
lost in love's paradise


Why?
Why, why?
Why, why, why?
Why, why, why do I love thee?
It's like the rhythm of a drum moving my being from within
without warning
I'm moved to another being's calling
beckoning me to come hither
I resist thee just to find my being moving thy call
I'mmoving to the rhythm of the soul unknown to men
Yet I cannot stop its beckoning call from within
This can only be likened to the mystery of creation,
life, knowledge, and misery
this feeling of love has trapped me from within, without warning

Why?
Why, why?
Why, why, why?
Why, why, why do I love thee?
It's like the rhythm of a drum moving my being from within
without warning
I'm movedby the connection of another being
I resist thee, yet you hold me in thine bosom
I'm lost in thee like a child in a play pen wanting more
Yet resisting your charm
Searching for more, I'm moved from within, without warning
Not knowing I'm lost to thee from within, without warning
I'm lost to the rhythm of love's entrapment

Why?
Why, why?
Why, why, why?
Why, why, why do I love thee?
It's like the rhythm of a drum moving my being from within
without warning
I'm trapped in the mystic of love
I'm trapped by my own knowledge of love
Not knowing that knowledge is
Not knowing that I don't know that which is unknown
So I know not that which love is
But the mystery of its entrapment has caught me still
this feeling has taken over my being from within, without warning
I'm trapped by the gifts of love
In a playpen like a child, I'm caught by love's gifts

Why?
Why, why?
Why, why, why?
Why, why, why do I love thee?
It's like the rhythm of a drum moving my being from within
without warning
never to be found in love's guile
Yes, never to be found in my own existence of resisting love
I'm trapped by the spirit of love
Never to be known by my existence
I fell, I' holding onto nothing and it feels so good
I'm hold onto mystery and loving its warmth
I know not what this is
Love has trapped me from within, without warning
Why?
Why, why?
Why, why, why?
Why, why, why do I love thee?
It's like the rhythm of a drum moving my being from within
without warning


By Paul Andrew Bourne,2017