Faith is love
We have to understand
Because love does not exist alone
And to always love without knowing faith
Is the folly of the living
We always make that mistake
We cast our spells
Work our magic
Tried our best in believing
A love potion, a wishing candle, a talisman so he would fall madly in love with you
Despite clear differences in our horoscopes my love I will make you love me as I have made many before you
You will not be the last and I will not be the end
That’s final, finito, fin
And when you’re old and weak, my sweet?
When your body can’t hold on to parlour tricks and petty favors?
The old gods and the spiritfolk you invoked and promised a million times over?
What happens then?
shh
I will continue to believe as I have
A thousand rivers dry ago
And it grows, my faith
Blind and wild like fire
You will not tame me
It will not go
that’s faith, not love, sorry;
always a misunderstanding
Not love, I want a whole belief system
A symphony, an explosion,
Proof that my faith
Is as strong as my hands
they did not shake when you left
As strong as my lips
they did not quiver when you left
As strong as my faith
They did not-
Obviously Grace 