Do you love me?
(It’s not just the cry of a
clingy, hormonal teen.)
It is the unspoken question every
child longs to know:
the little girl spinning in her
pink, fluffy dress;
the little boy begging you to watch
him win this next match.
Do you love me?
(It’s not just about securing a
wedding ring.)
It is the unspoken question every
searching eye pleads:
the young woman waiting to be
noticed;
the young man hoping to impress a
potential boss.
Do you love me?
(It’s not just an attempt to
manipulate.)
It is the unspoken question of
every lonely spouse:
the wife who cannot coax her
husband to speak;
the husband who cannot admit his
own deepening fatigue.
Do you love me?
(It’s not about feelings,
sensuality, or desirability for sex.)
It is a question of worth:
Do you see me?
Am I valuable?
Do I possess beauty?
And strength?
Do I have worth, in your eyes?
Tell me: Am I lovable?
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