But never doubt I love.

There is a rather convenient absence of an object in this sentence. We can assume that everyone loves. Even if it’s only the taste of cherries warmed by the sun.
I love. You love. Even the cruelest of dictators loves. The thing that a man’s lover wants to be assured of though, is that OBJECT part – that he loves HER.
The question is not that he loves but if she stands in the sights of that loving. He may love his mother. He may love his dagger. He may love Erasmus. He may love telescopes. He may love his dog. He loves. There is no doubt of that. But who? But what?

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