Doubt not how I love thee;

the very thought doth wound me.
But                      
something's lacking
           something's stagnant
something's stale.

My choices,                    
             out of                 love      
for thee          
                                 have strained
                                 have struggled
                                                                           hard.
My choices,                    
          out of                  hope  
for me            
                                  are dependent
                                  are contingent
                                                                                   upon you.

My dreaming,                  
                                           so                                             far-fetched        
they say          
needs naught
but
                                  your true love.
But
                                     love
                      is not      enough
    I say
                                     to bring
                      these       dreams
                                      to life.

Will you hide behind this vanity;
this mask of          and such?
    love

Or will you face                                                  
the truth                                    
I seek            
                   and answer
                     an answer
the one I need?                  
your example                             of love                            
your love                              for me                        

    That is       the answer
                       I need.