TEARDROPS
tear drops fall from your dark 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,
"My love, it will be all right."
My tears blend with your own,
your pain now mine,
and our tears become one
as they fall upon the furs.
I dry your tears with kisses'
soft upon your face,
shelter you from pain,
in the depths of my love.
Our furs become a chalice
and we drink in each others sorrow,
finding salvation in each others arms;
pain washed away giving rise to passion
'til we forget there ever were tears.