I read a poem today full of sorrow and dismay the poet's life laid out on display it seems a deceiver came his way. This dark cloud cast a shadow of doubt upon his being. And now, his past keeps him from really seeing all the beauty that is right before his eyes. It lies in the rose which by any other shape or size would still smell as sweet He wears a veil that conceals what his head may not know but his heart feels She also has a sad song to sing emotionally abused, abandoned and confused. But she has decided not to let this one song be the symphony that she sings her whole life long. So he runs and dismisses her, writes a poem wherein he kisses her, She broods and insults Getting the expected results He thinks she will discard the glass because the wine is bitter, but no she will instead discard the wine but save the goblet she cherishes so. How will this story end? The answer lies in hope my friend.