As
I look at your tear stained face,
something from deep within
raises my hand,
As
I
wipe your tears
spilling out of your big brown eyes,
over your wet black lashes.
As
your tears roll
down your creamy brown cheeks,
I
hold you tighter
and
silently
beg you not to cry.
Well penned. An empathic write. Keep them coming. +++10 Welcome dear poetess. Robert
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Patty, such a touching poem👍👍👍