No questions

[K.Snyder]

Tis not but for my eyes midst thy beauty among graces

Questions that go unwarranted in the most disdain places

The joy in the utter thought in the least of your efforts

Who could refuse time spent in the presence of thine essence

Questions from nowhere none could thee readily ignore

A gift that be from the gods as all readily harp for more

Your heart, your hand, your beauty yearned for all to adore

No questions needed in thy so divine, so lovely to the core