Drying Your Tears
Tear drops fall from your blue 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,
and our tears become one
as they fall in rivers on the sheets.
I dry your tears with 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 other's arms;
pain washed away giving rise to passion
'till we forget there ever were tears.
