Was it that I thought it?Or was it that it was?Cement it to my conscienceRemind me of your love Constantly assure meOne moment to the nextThat your feelings haven’t fadedDon’t make me have to guess I love you with such passionBut doubt and fear slip inEven when you’re next to meMy hand within your hand Even when you kiss meI think your lips misguideI’m sure that if you loved meThese thoughts would not arise I could not be...