“Love is many things. It's varied. One thing it is not
and can never be is unsure,” goes Angelou's
declaration of faith. (God bless her soul.)
And I'm guilty of asking directions
from a wind vane, in a whirlwind
or in stormy night, for guidance
on loving you. (As I profess.)
Maybe I love you.
Maybe I don't.
Maybe.
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