Do you mean what you say?

I dream about you, I said to her
Could I have been, more false to her
For dreams are not, actually true
Unless you choose, to make them to

I think of you, I surmised to her
Could I have been, ever so sure
For thoughts are fleeting, come to think of it
It's what you hold, that matters if at all

I love you, of course I blurted
Could I have been, really that artless!
For love is not, a feeling my dear
It is commitment to self, more than to you