Though flame may yet destroy these lines I write—

Please read them that you know my love is true ;

Then torch them if you still mistrust me quite

And I, with honor, still shall bid adieu.

I have not once betrayed you—this I swear:

You are misled; those words you hear are lies;

I kissed no lips, nor stroked another’s hair,

Nor have I lain betwixt another’s thighs.

You are my life; as ever, this and more

And I would die with sureness for your cause;

I live in hope—eternity we share,

To join as one beneath the eyes of God.

If this you read and still my love you spurn;

Know it is truth, not paper, that you burn.