My love for you,
will never die,
though the sadness
creates tears. I cry.
Tears flow from eyes,
coursing down my cheek,
in bunches, at times.
I must be brave, not meek.
My love for you,
will never die,
though the sadness
creates tears. I cry.
Tears flow from eyes,
coursing down my cheek,
in bunches, at times.
I must be brave, not meek.