Would she be safe?

You love me—you are sure—I am not afraid of being wrong I will not wake up deceived One pleasant morning and I will discover that the Sun has gone, that the Fields—are desolate and that my Love—has left! I shouldn't worry—you're safe. The night will never come When, scared, I run to your house And find the windows dark And my Love is gone—tell me Will it never come? Of course you're sure—you know I'll bear it better now If you tell me like that Yes—when the Wound has healed You hurt me—again!