You Aren'T Telling Me Why Poem by Peter S. Quinn

You aren't telling me why,
Affection is so important;
I'll just look around and try,
Not to get there stranded.

Close your eyes and feel good,
In this affair business;
For these are all different routes,
Ever so eager and fresh.

You aren't telling me all,
When it comes to sweet love;
We all have to find it out and fall,
Like a wing broken dove.

It is the love of the ages,
That the future is build on;
All hatred and out rages,
Are there nobody's songs.

We aren't telling a lie,
When we clearly don't know,
Just through errors and try,
How our feelings then go.