Proof

Proof She: Prove to me thy love. Then doubt I may dismiss. Give proof of thy worthiness for thy woman's marital bliss. He: How can this proof of love, be shown in word or deed? When tongues speak noble vapors and acts are restless steeds. She: Art thou a man? Show me thy worth. Stand and deliver. Your proof that's my thirst. He: This task thou ask. This feat thou seeks. Has frustrated the strong, confounded the weak. Ask me to capture the wind and bring thou his soul. Bid me to mend the night and make thy darkness whole. But, send me not to solve this quest, that has no answer and fails all tests. She: I taste the wind and feel it’s embrace. I kiss the night and touch it’s face. Do not tell me thy quest is hard, or thy path is lost. Proof of your love for this woman’s heart comes with a cost. He: How can one prove love exists, there's no taste, texture, or bone. Nothing to melt your senses, nothing to break your stone. Is love iron, or is it mist? Is it sorrow, like a fleeting kiss? Does it fly o'er the heavens, then fall to earth? Does it continue through death or renews at birth? This I present for thy doubting heart to shift. Love is not a thing to prove but a simple little gift. 8.3.17