Questions asked,
Of you with anticipated answers to get...
Are left questioned to dismiss.
And yet...
An integrity from others you expect?
As if...
A purpose is not specific.
To then dissect them to bits.
With a hope those forget,
Their questions asked!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Very well posed and reasonable question. One can be like Chopin composing beauty by never possessing beauty. Jesus could love Magdalene for her love for Him, pure love to serve his purpose. I hope to answer to the question.