If you must ask me my answer would be no;
Love cannot cloak the spinning of its wheel
We may not mask the ways we feel;
Ask all the poets, they would tell you so.

Why does the theory hold such fascination?
Love is a concept that needs no explanation.
One might as well ask why seeds should grow;
So ask me to explain, my answer would be no.

Your inquisitions must come to an end;
Your silly search for logic should stop.
In time all broken hearts may mend;
Why treat it as a token from a corner shop?

One cannot buy love, and never sell love;
Ignore the world of scientific concern.
Some see it as a gift from below, not above;
Yet infants can love, without having to learn.

Accept this fact: You are out of your depth
In a mystery not even Holmes could solve.
I view my response without much regret;
Love is eternal, even should we evolve.

Why question the path the arrow takes;
Why shatter the ideal moment so?
Why starve the garden a lover makes?
So if you must ask me, my answer would be no.