He bought her the beautiful
Offered it as the best of gifts She refused it
Discarding it
 
Give me proof, my love,
That this was purchased by honesty
By your honest labour
And I will retrieve it
Wear it with pride
And boast of your love for me.
 
But I see shadows in your life
I see death at your hands
I like not what I see
So please convince me
You are not the false version of the truth.