Believe In Magic
In youth's fantasies, passion
inflames imagination.
And yet, instinct tells you love's
not mere infatuation.
Morality's boundaries
define who you think you are.
Yet, when lust courts innocence,
promiscuity's not far.
Fueling unhappiness,
trust's merely an illusion.
For faithfulness is part of
reality's delusion.
Exaltation and sorrow,
establish flexible norms.
And the fickle winds of fate,
stir up emotional storms.
Yet hope allows you to smile;
anything less is tragic.
For when you're young and in love,
you should believe in magic.
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