Love is complicated. We ask many questions.
We don’t always get the answers we want, and are often left with . . .
An Unanswered Question
A Triolet
“Do you love me?” she inquired.
She quivered and frowned.
They’d been together a long time—now both retired.
“Do you love me?” she inquired.
He has too, she thought, as their marriage license hadn’t expired.
She just wanted him to say it, but would he ever come around?
“Do you love me?” she inquired.
She quivered and frowned.
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