E.E.Cummings

You being in love
will tell who softly asks in love,

am I separated from your body smile brain hands merely
to become the jumping puppets of a dream? oh I mean:
entirely having in my careful how
careful arms created this at length
inexcusable, this inexplicable pleasure - you go from several
persons: believe me that strangers arrive
when I have kissed you into a memory
slowly, oh seriously
- that since and if you disappear

solemnly
myselves
ask "life, the question how do I drink dream smile
and how do I prefer this face to another and
why do I weep eat sleep - what does the whole intend"

they wonder. oh and they cry "to be, being, that I am alive
this absurd fraction in its lowest terms
with everything cancelled
but shadows
- what does it all come down to? love?

Love
if you like and I like, for the reason that I
hate people and lean out of this window is love, love
and the reason that I laugh and breathe is oh love and the reason
that I do not fall into this street is love.