The sceptic

You believe in reading coffee-grounds,

omens and Tarot cards;

all I believe in is your eyes.

You believe in fairytales,

unlucky days, and dreams;

all I believe in is your lies.

You believe in a vague divinity,

a special saint

and prayers for specific ailments;

I believe in the blue-and-pink hours

that you generously share with me

through the ecstasy of sleepless nights!

And my faith is so deep

in what I do believe in,

that all I live for is you.