Do Net Tell Me [1] Poem by Gert Strydom

Do net tell me in the finest detail
out of what love does exist
or go into the chemical properties of it
as I do not want it different
and when at night you lay spooned against me
I do not have to understand love better.
Do net tell me in the finest detail
out of what love does exist
or lay something on that which is between us
as every day go on its course
and I let you do the things that you want to
while I want to spend my life with you.
Do net tell me in the finest detail
out of what love does exist