YOU ask me "why I like him." Nay, I cannot; nay, I would not, say. I think it vile to pigeonhole The pros and cons of a kindred soul. You "wonder he should be my friend." But then why should you comprehend? Thank God for this—a new—surprise: My eyes, remember, are not your eyes. Cherish this one small mystery; And marvel not that love can be In spite of all his many flaws." In spite? Supposing I said "Because." A truce, a truce to questioning: "We two are friends" tells everything. Yet if you @3must@1 know, this is why: Because he is he and I am I. |