I regret the fact that none could see The beauty and love that was hidden in thee. Though sadness swells, and in depression you dwell, I can't help but wonder if we could ever see Within the heart of a person to any degree And make a valid judgement on spirit and soul. For the authority of this none have the role. I would not condemn these walls of yours Because life is cruelly slamming doors. Windows shatter and cloth is torn, But the security of a wall is eternally born. They will always be adorned with precious memories, Beauty and grace. Items of love, such as curtains of lace Will decorate your heart's resting place. I am sometimes infuriated by the things you say, But after reading one of the poems of your day, I understand that what I see is a shell. That your real self is hidden well. I have come to respect the man I know through your hand. But the statement you left me I do not understand. If you must, truly, say Goodby, Then I must say that GOOD is a lie.