I love you. I do. Believe it. It’s true. If you love me too, I can stop feeling blue. After all I have been through, joy seems overdue. I have suffered so long that joy’s gift will seem new. My heart broke in two. Your love would be glue. Tell me how you feel or, at least, give me a clue. You may need some days, take a lot or a few. Go ahead, clear your head and then tell me your view. I love you. I do. Believe it. It’s true. I could be reborn if your love I knew.