Love, like raindrops, falls and nourishes the flowers of love. The petals gently catch and embrace these liquid gifts of immortality. But hark, ‘tis not rain but tears that I see threatening to spill from your eyes. Tears full of love for love’s sake. Cry on...cry on. Let your tears of happiness be the rain that nourishes the flowers of our love...Cry on…cry on. Let your tears of joy cleanse the memories of broken pasts. Cry on…cry on. Let your tear fill the cosmic lachrymatory for future lovers to experience. Cry on…cry on. Let us stand in the rain and hide the storm within our tears.
©June 25, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic