Why?

Why must I always ask for reasons
with the question: “Why?” 
when there’s 

something to be experienced
or be self-denied.

What purpose? What specific need?

At least for the artifacts we make
which to be used
are created for a given purpose.

This chair I sit on
was made for me to sit, my desk to write.
Is not that bliss,
having what you need at hand
at the time you need it?

Demonstration of a new tool’s use
tries it out for fit.
Otherwise, use may be neglected:
purpose goes undemonstrated,
pleasure unknown.

Thus, when the offer of love and love’s gifts
are without trial rejected,
it’s a double shame:
a good offer may go unaccepted
and joy unclaimed.