I don’t believe benevolent beings look down on all we do.
I don’t believe happy endings from Fairy Tales come true.
I don’t believe we’re stronger from suffering we’ve been through.
But babe, believe me when I tell it true that I believe in you.
Though I don’t believe in Angels watching over us from a higher place,
I could almost accept they’re real when beholding beauty of your face.
And although I don’t believe paradise awaits if we worship Godly grace,
it feels a little like Heaven when I’m held here in your warm embrace.
I don’t believe that pixies prance at the bottom of the garden green.
I don’t believe a saviour sits sanctifying in an afterlife unseen.
I don’t believe that Mother Mary will wash our consciences clean.
But babe, I believe in loving you and our love seems so serene.
I don’t believe in unicorns or that a pegasus once flew.
I don’t believe in miracles (though I may’ve experienced one or two).
But I believe that I love you and I love that you love me too.
And babe, believe me when I tell it true that I believe in you.
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