Certainty

Does it mean nothing to you that I love you? …
It would mean as little were I Michael Angelo.
You would put out your dancing fingers,
Those quick hands,
And say, “ No, do not love me .”

But that is what I love,
Your certainty—
Of which on all the earth
There is very little.
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