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I had considered love a mythic force,

a fable told to children ere they slept –

and if ’twas real, it show’d me no remorse

while it withheld the wistful dreams I kept.

I thought of romance like a chest of gold,

assuming what I gave would e’er be lost;

thus I commanded that my heart grow cold

so I might ne’er incur its heavy cost.

But when at last I saw her visage fair,

my chill’d convictions thaw’d to my relief;

I’m now the heart’s disciple, deep in pray’r

and thoroughly devout in my belief.

No force on earth could ever be applied

to make me, love’s apostle, leave her side.

The Monkees, ‘I’m a Believer’