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 shall so with honor, bid adieu.
You are misled, the words you hear are lies;
I have not once betrayed you, this I swear.
I have not lain betwixt another’s thighs
Nor kissed the lips, nor stroked another’s hair.
You are my life as ever, this and more
And I would die with purpose for your cause;
I live in hope eternity we share,
To join as one beneath the eyes of God.
Yet if you read and still my love you spurn;
It is pure truth, not paper that you burn.
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