I Write Poetry and Short Stories

Love's Tears...

They are my own.
A woman’s right.
A man’s enemy.
They come from my heart
and tear at my soul.
They surge and I can’t stop
them from flowing.
A proud badge of a
woman that has become.
They make us grow
and they are our own.
Life.
Love.
Children.
Pain.
Joy.
Soulmate.
Want.
The wonder of life
and the sorrow of life
will become the joy of tears.
They flow for all I feel
and all I feel will show with each drop.
They are mine and mine alone.
Love’s tears will open a woman’s
soul and carry her heart with
each drop, wherever they may go.
Catch the light.
Magnify the woman
and look into her soul.
She’s earned it and will
show how warm she is with every tear.