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
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