There once was a dove and a crow. The crow looked up to the dove. He loved the dove and wanted to be him. The dove loves the crow but the dove believed that he could be better. The dove saw the crow as dark. The dove told him about the darkness the crow was in. The crow then felt hurt, for yes he had some darkness, but that the dove saw darkness everywhere. In the crow's song, his feathers, and flight. The crow didn't understand. The crow knew that the dove had faith, but didn't see how he conflicted. The dove really didn't know the crow, didn't know who the crow was. The crow tried to make the dove see and it worked, for awhile.
One day the crow found a love, different to what the dove believed in. The dove once believed he could save the crow, for the dove saw darkness in the crow's love. But the dove only hurt the crow and pushed him away. The crow couldn't understand again how what he was, was dark. When the dove gave the crow advice, the crow never acted upon it, not knowing why he should. The dove believed the darkness would soon be unresolvable, but the crow couldn't believe it was dark. The crow tried to see what the dove saw, but couldn't. The crow tried to believe like the dove, but the crow couldn't believe for it detested the crow's love.

However, even though he still can't understand, the crow still tries.