An Assurance

Say that I should say I love ye,
Would you say 'tis but a saying? But if love in prayers move ye,
Will ye not be moved with praying?

Think I think that love should know ye,
Will you think 'tis but a thinking? But if love the thought do show ye,
Will ye lose your eyes with winking?

Write that I do write you blessed,
Will you write 'tis but a writing? But if truth and love confess it,
Will ye doubt the true inditing?

No, I say, and think, and write it,
Write, and think, and say your pleasure; Love, and truth, and I indite it,
You are blessed out of measure.