Do you love me? Do you love me like the light of the moon dancing over fields, through the struggle of clouds, through the winter snow, making it impossible to see. Yet there is her comforting light showing the path forward, beckoning, saying, "Though you can not see me, I am with you, showing you the way forward." Do you love me like that? If not, could you? For my heart would surely break the moment you left, so be as the light of the moon and stay with me through the dark clouds and the snow. Do you love me?
















