Shall I believe what I cannot prove to be real,
Or should the skeptic call it absurd and surreal?
Is it wise to trust one who poses such peril,
Or should I let suspicion keep my heart sterile?
Hold fast to hope, though it seems a foolish prayer,
Or let go and fall into familiar despair?
Drown in the cold waters of yesterday’s sorrow,
Or float on the river of dreams of tomorrow?
Doubt can protect against disappointment and pain,
while faith gives refuge on a spiritual plane.
Will I hide in the shadows of indifference,
Or allow Love, at last, to break through my defense?