You Wonder

You wonder, you surmise, And with imploring eyes, You ask me: “Will you always love me so?” Your soul is searching mine, While your trembling lips make sign To ask me “Will you always love me so?”

Your soul is all afire, With that questioning desire To ask me: “Will you always love me so?” But your pride bids you keep still, And you force me by sheer will To tell you: “I will always love you so.”