How much do you still love me?
When we went separate ways
that which was high and holy to me was broken,
I doubted if love could really
stand against any other thing
and so many years went past far too quickly
and I was looking at other women
until life again brought us
face to face with each other
and now I am wondering
how much do you still love me?
poem by Gert Strydom
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