Who am I not to excuse and forgive when the Solo God, His mercy would give. Rage inside, I plead to God to erase though much of pain has on the face left trace. All the seasons barged into Springtime and the Rose has to keep her scent sublime. The birds would chirp and hail a rising dawn as night would echo the woes of a swan. Mind and heart are forever friends and foes heart sins and mind reasons, one to dispose ! Sweet bitter life! blest to taste and survive The Mighty, Beauty from Him we derive.