Glen Hope, PA USA
Drying Your Tears
Tear drops fall from your hazel eyes
and my heart stops a beat at their sight.
I pull you close to me,
try to take the pain from you,
make it my own.
My cheek lays against yours
and your tears burn my face
as I whisper,
"Darling, it will be all right."
My tears blend with your own,
your pain, now mine;
our tears become one
as they fall in rivers on the sheets.
I dry your tears with gentle kisses,
soft upon your face,
shelter you from pain
in the recesses of my love.
Our bed becomes a chalice
and we drink in each others sorrow
finding salvation in each others arms;
pain washed away giving rise to passion
till we forget there ever were tears.
Man can not discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.