creeds

you believe in coffee grounds,
tea-cup omens, gambler's chance:
i believe in your eye's dance.

you believe in fairy tales,
dreams and lucky days or ill:
i believe the lies you tell.

you believe in some vague God,
a special Saint who guards you here,
for so much sin, just so much prayer.

i believe in coloured hours
blue and rose, when your delights
are bared for me through sleepless nights.

in all that i believe, my faith
is so profound, so deep, so true,
that i can only live for you.

-paul verlaine