A little faith - poem- poetry

He didn't trust the folds of a

Crumpled sheet

Nor in the ink

Of a new brush.

I don't trust the cold hands

neither in affectionate hands

Much less in

Indelible caresses

I don’t trust the wind he brings and carries

neither from the waves that come and go

Not even in the throbbing of promises.

I distrust the bright eyes

Like opaque looks.

I only trust one thing

Only in one.

Chance, that force.

That hope

That security, which gives

Step to coincidences, adventures,

And the magic