GREED

Shed a little light, photo by AdeleS.

You believe in coffee grounds,
tea-cups omens, gambler's chance...
I believe in your eyes 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, so much prayer.

I believe in cloured hours,
blue and rose, when your delights
are bare for me through sleepless nights.

It's all that I believe, my faith is
so profound, so deep, so true,
That I can only live for you.

by Paul Verlaine