President Obama, just days after boasting of the nuclear agreement with Iran, was dismayed at the dismissive words of Iranian President Rouhani, who contradicted Obama on every point, especially since Obama thought he and Rouhani had a special relationship that transcended politics and matters of State. Alone in the Oval Office, President Obama stared out the window at the hateful world outside, betrayed by someone he loved, reflecting on that glorious night together, under the Persian stars. As he stood, immobile with grief, he softly sang his own sad words to an old Persian melody:

We saw each other quite by chance
And something held me fast
I smiled and asked you for a dance
And knew that now, at last
I’d found the one I’d searched so long
And far and wide to find
We moved in rhythm to the song
As if you’d read my mind
I gave to you the stars that night
I plucked them one by one
And placed them in your hair so bright
Like diamonds in the sun
We talked that night of many things
Of nukes and how we two
Would share the joy that friendship brings
Joy given to so few
You said that you would stop your quest
For atom bombs and such
And would be friendly to the West
The words I loved so much
And now those words are hollowed out
Rejected with such force
And if at last are followed out
You’ll be the stronger horse
Our memories are colder now
Your promises unkept
The joy we had you’d not allow
As slow upon me crept
Sweet memories of that first night
A meeting quite by chance
And instant love, at instant sight
When I asked you to dance
And promised on the stars above
So close, or so they seemed
And placed them in your hair with love
The night that we both dreamed