The Golden Tears Poem by the rosy aroma

He isn't the hero who was in your dreams,
he doesn't deserve your golden tears.

His life is like waves; you can't bear,
as you must be kept as a pearl very dear.

Your place is with the angels, not with us here,
so you must be secured from the wind of the fear.

Your voice is delicate; to the ears very near,
and the whole when you speak must hear.

You must think well, it's a life not a year.

To a girl