You questioned my love, against it you filed a case,
Your disbelief was like a slap across my face.
My feelings were my lawyer, they fought against my will,
They said to me,"I'll get you out from this peril"
The judge was my love which was so very true,
And I won this case against you.
Because even if you refuse to care,
My love for you did and always will spell 'rare'.
~*~