Belief
Was tidying up one of my four line love poems to put on Writing and it drastically changed so I'm putting it up here as well.
Sometimes I wonder what it is,
That fleeting, falling feeling.
Child, do you know what I say,
The softer, simple meaning?
I call it trust, they call it love,
But what will you believe in?
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