Each time she said
I must prove my love to her
I could only express my love;
Whenever I told her that I loved her
She looked the other way, far away,
With disbelief writ large upon her face.
Her eyes were crimson and sore,
Her hand I held was cold as ice,
She did not pull her hand away.
The sparkle in her eyes indicated
That she still loved and cared for me.
How am I to prove my love
When I know not why I love her,
Why I find her attractive,
Why she is dear to me.
She does trust me and
That trust works.
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