I believe in love.
I believe in trust and loyalty
and reality and fiction
and proper diction and lead ammunition.
I believe in the worn magic
of all these and those less tragic.
I believe in the printed word,
of fairy tales and short stories
purged onto memory
longing nights eased to sleep.
I believe in it all as human conscience
accepts and denies it.
I believe in nothing that simply
disregards the truth in these concepts
which humanity had bore
and itself has left to rest.
I will believe all this, until you try
to make me believe otherwise.
And maybe thus make me believe,
that I had believed in something
far greater than we.