The Question

When you and I, our love shall part
Shall leave a blot in both our hearts
I to the silent grave shall go, and
Sleep my last as others do.
All this, my love, I want to say, but
Night doth call, and I obey
With meditation read these lines;
You will in them question find.
Sweet is the question; mind it well
Heart to Heart, so fare thee well!

There actually is a question that is formed in this poem. It is not inferred; it is directly written in the poem. If you cannot find it, then I guess I have to tell you the answer