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The Unanswered Question.

After sixty years of happy marriage, you ask me if I still love you. What a question, can you not see that I worship the very ground that you walk on. I know I am not the kind to bring home flowers or presents. I help you in any way I can even if it is only the house work, washing and drying the used dishes. Now it is I that fills the washing machine and does the weekly washing.

Who do you call in play, Gunga Din your water carrier? Five or six times a day I make tea or coffee and your insatiable need for fresh cold water, It is I that fills the jug and places it in the refrigerator, Yes I do love you, now as I did when I first saw you. Your long black beautiful hair is now white it still frames that sweet face now as it did sixty years ago.

I know the difficulties you have when walking with that once straight back. It could have been the back of a Guards Soldier. Now you are becoming a smaller version of what was once a young woman with the most beautiful of figures. It has not stopped me loving you. For love you I will until my very last breath.

I know that I should tell you every day that of my love, what is it that stops me from saying those three little words that would certainly make your day. Was it the upbringing in the orphanage that nearly killed all forms of love and compassion. That too was a very long time ago but early lessons taught by life are hard to forget.

Many think that I am a cold person. No not cold just always on the defense, my guard is high even with you my beloved; yes sadly even with you my defense is way much too high. To answer your question do I still love you. Yes, Yes, and Yes for evermore your loving husband.