The Tear
In the gentle cover
Of the night..
She lays beside me
She thinks Im sleeping..
Little sniffles
Her breath is not quite steady..
My baby cries silently..
Moonlight breaks the darkness..
It touches on her beauty..
Through sheer curtains
I see the reflection
Of her tears..
Sorrow glistens on her cheek..
I want to touch her gently
Say that I am sorry..
My angry words
Have cut her deeply..
I know that I have caused her fear
Shattered her illusion...
That I am perfect..
Is their doubt now?
I wonder as I listen to her silent prayer..
My hand reaches for her
But I realize
She does not want my touch..
I pray myself
But there is no soft light
To guide me..
I whisper to her..
"I am sorry"
I hope that she can hear..
And know..
That I love her..
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