Problem: To Prove You Love Me
My dear, it's a simple problem of logic,
To prove that you love me
I'll lay out all the premises for you
And then it'll be "proved," don't you see.
I want you to know I love you
And I hold you dear in my heart
And from that act of loving... I'm a 'lover'
A label I'm happy fate has to impart
Now, everyone knows a lover is loved
He is loved with a love quite true
In fact, I have heard it is generally said,
"All the world loves a lover"- and I won't argue?
But, My Dearest, My Love, I don't care for the world
And all their love for me
For you are my world, my sun and my moon
You're my snow sprinkled mountain, my warm blue sea.
Yet, I've found in my statement the key to the problem
And the answer is clear and it's sound
It is in the statement I naturally said
As I thought how my love abounds
For, if "all the world loves a lover" -as was agreed above
And I'm a lover as I have said because of my love for thee
But you are all the world to me, therefore, don't you know
YOU must be this 'world' of Love that abounds and is waiting for me.
Logic is such a powerful tool for proving the world is round
And proving stars are giant suns and water is all that's dew
But proving your love is not the same, I realize all too well
Tho' the logic's there your heart must agree and return my love for you.
