Ridiculing the riddle

Poor enigmatic Riddle.

She puzzled them.

Her lips moved to the tune of some self-sung hymn.

Her smile knowing.

Her eyes held a truth which they refused to see.

Poor Riddle.

They laughed at her

'Cause they didn't understand her.

They never got the truth 'cause it was simpler than they thought.

Riddle just wanted them to look within themselves.

They blamed her for it.

Called her strange.

Smirks. Sniggers. And an occasional wink.

And the truth poured down her cheek as two twinkling teardrops.

White vintage down the side of a long-stemmed wine glass.