it matters not if love will be returned,
for it is given, not received, my soul
perceives as truth, not traded vows we’ve learned.
No cost or payment due will make us whole.
I pledge with all my heart's fidelity.
I ask not that you do the same in kind.
You live your life, owe not a thing to me.
I’ll give you everything as though I’m blind.
You say you love me, how can I be sure?
I see no reason to believe you're true.
If doubt must be the burden, I endure;
then be it so, perhaps the bloom is blue.
Though I have wit and know cool sense forewarns,
it's worth it, sometimes roses, sometimes thorns.
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