The way I see it
The way that church down the street
looks at sunset
makes me believe in Jesus.
The way that smile
fit his jawline
makes me believe in love.
The way peonies
look in summertime
makes me believe in perfection.
The way she laughs
during a matinee showing
makes me believe in friendship.
The way the earth
moves in circles forever
makes me believe in devotion.
The way I pretend
when I'm undeserving
makes me believe in good intentions.
The way you sit
with quiet assurance
makes me believe in you.