A sort-of love poem

 
I feel like a fraud
Talking of love
When I have lived
A life of pure selfishness.
 
The only time
That I forget myself,
Is when I am looking
Into your eyes.
 
So, perhaps, it follows,
That losing selfishness
In such situations, signifies
That I love you.
 
But can this evidence
Be a sufficient witness
To a claim as a lover?
I doubt it.
 
A time may come (though I hope it does not)
When I may have to choose
Between my life
And a smile on your lips.
 
I will prove my love then –
Deductive logic
Is of no use
In such matters.
 
***
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