Somedays, I ask myself am I crazy, To have forgiven . those I've mistaken? For all the haste I hold, Is but hurried deep inside, .. .. .. our fate, And I've never asked but, . . Why would you ? I've built my life, Around rose bushes, . . But all youve shown me, Wad that roses have, Thorns, And so I don't find them all that pretty, . . But... Life, Isn't based, . . On who is beautiful, And who is thorny, Because if it was, Never would u have forgiven, Such a man For everyday I've mistaken him..... A. Good, Man. -ElleMorin