The day you said you loved me,
The sun at last appeared —
But giving love seems easy,
While getting it seems weird.
The weeks flew by in happiness,
How sweet, how kind the change:
But loving seems so natural —
Receiving love, so strange.
Now months and years have proven you,
And I should give up fretting —
If I can’t see you love me now,
It’s nothing but forgetting
The words and actions you have lived,
That all the truth evince:
One day you said you loved me, and
You’ve done it