As her tears gently rolled off her cheeks.
As she looked up to an empty sky.
As she tried to part the clouds in her mind.
She wept and she asked “why?”
She wept and heaved and was told of love.
Oh how she tried and tried.
But it was not her, this cloudy blur
It was something else inside.
So on she wept and tried to drown It
But It continued to follow.
She wept for now, and when and how.
She even wept from tomorrow.
Yet in her weeping and salted eyes
She failed to see what was left behind
A trial of roses and gentle buds.
Sprouting from her tears and rising up.
The love she’s left.
The love she is.
The love she will forever be.
Yet on she wept.
The promise I’ve kept,
Was to love her eternally.