How Can I Make you Believe?

I only have  the mouthless moon,
and then
the silent arc of distant stars,  
to stand as witnesses on my behalf
that when I say I am in love with you
I do not lie.

I cannot help but wonder if
you will believe my words
so unattested as they are
by works,
and spoken from  
a country far away?
 
How, I ask, did others in the past
make known when distance was
a barrier to deeds
the fact their love professed was real
and come to be believed
as speaking truth?
Was their voice as small,
as foreign-born,  
as mine?