Truth with no consequence

 You don't have to believe it

— you said.

Things happen anyway,

whether you believe in them

or not — you explained,

so that I would accept

that you think of me everyday.

Wow, I thought.

Who am I to question that?

It seems too good to be true,

But I want to believe it,

So, yes: I solemnly do.

Now, perhaps I can explain

Why that particular truth

that you matter-of-factly declare

is so hard for me to accept,

indeed 

difficult to bare.

It is not like the cure

for a deadly disease,

planes flying themselves,

some long bloody war

suddenly ending with ease:

those truths don't change

 the course of my life.

Your statement, on the other hand...

well!

Shouldn't it make me your wife?