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. 

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