Softness is to anger what rain brings to snow,

Like a friend with a blanket that softens the blow,

Like a cloud which dims the sun to a glow,

Softness is to anger what strength brings to woe,

Hope is to despair what stars bring to night,

Like a pitch black room with key hole light,

Like the blind being blessed with ever so faint sight,

Hope is to despair what courage brings to fright,

Love is to hate what artists bring to art,

Like a poet finding beauty in a broken heart,

Like a painter bringing together two worlds apart,

Love is to hate what optimism brings to start