Do you love me still, as the sun sets low?
With each passing moment, let your heart show.
In the depths of darkness, do you feel the thrill?
Or has indifference grown, a love stills?
Tell me now, my love, for I long to know.
Has a flame been extinguished, a love lost its glow?
Do you love me still, or is it just a quill?
© millie raybould