Your Tears Poem by Paras Saxena

I'm no more afraid of your tears
So you can let your troubles slip out your tongue
I'll listen just the same as bygone yesterdays
Let me show you the flower and fruit
Of the gift you bestowed upon my verve
A spell of light shining bright enough
To leisurely incinerate my dire demons
With magic of your beautiful curve
That reveals itself on your lips
Let me be the sun you've been for me
From the first moment of the first day
When you tied a simple knot which I never learnt
Only to hold hope, you'll do for me for keeps
Let me reciprocate in words, for I'm terrible
In my spooked actions of response
This horrible singer write poems to hope to help you sleep
I'm no more afraid of your tears
You can let them slip out of your pretty eyes
And in between and after, I'll slide in sips
Of faintly rising happiness on your lips
Not you, I'm the preacher of solitude
You stay the same, queen of reasonless gratitude
And listen dear, my most beautiful muse
I'm just trying to never again forget my vow
To be there for you, that I made in all those posies I scripted for you