Whence cometh conflict, whence this strife?
So full of love, we kissed goodbye;
I never saw in all my life
A sweeter kiss, a greater lie.
Now: when we of all webs are clear,
Of confusion and pain and doubt,
Cometh The Spider, once so dear,
Snatching the trav'lers from their route.
This is an exaggeration, but writing is therapy. Forgive me for any disagreeableness. We are on the same page.
Adonis