"Poetry is a flaw,

The common man's guffaw,

The truth you vainly seek,

Hides beneath the crow caw.

An angel's blessing of which I wish to claim,

The power of love to send my heart a-flame.

A pureness that I deem myself unworthy to feel,

Drowns my souls and revives it the same.

Musical quality of an inperfect tune,

Your tears glisten underneath the moon,

Futile effort of a broken dream,

Where the dish ran away with the spoon."

And that basically sums up life.

Danny