Prove Love

Summer, 1993

How can you prove your love?
What way is there to show me?
How can you make me see
myself the way you know me?
If you send me flowers,
eventually they will die.
If you buy me candy
it will disappear by and by.
If you kiss me, your kiss will fade
becoming less than a memory.
If you promise, the promise can be broken,
twisting inside and then killing me.
Will I ever know  your love?
Can I ever believe that it's true?
Or is it a feeling, deep down inside,
that can only belong to you?