The evidence was notice by many.
The clues was just apparent.
Cause I left plenty.

From the note of a pen.
From the flowers she received.
And the many lovely cards I gave.

In other words.
I convicted myself.
By the evidence of love.

She was guilty too.
Not just me in this solved mystery.
She had the card.
She had my heart.
She had the note.
That I knew I wrote.

In truth of recognition.
I was gulit as charged.
With this evidence of love.

I seen the jury.
And they stared back at me.
I avoided the stare of the judge.
I simply thought he was mean.

From the first word he spoke.
He thought this case was a joke.
Cause, he saw the truth.
And the evidence of love.

I never denied the proof.
I stood up to the truth.
Why run when it's true.
That I truly do love you.