Tears From You Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I do not know
where to begin.
Oh no, 'tis not
that there would be
a pressing need
to share,
with you
or anyone
as there is not.
I write these words
to re-assess,
perhaps,
but mostly
to live through
the wondrous time
with you,
again.

I know you will
forgive me
if you find
a smudge,
or even two
as I remember
yours,
they were so small,
barely equipped
to hitch
a ride
on gravity. I kissed
those tears,
surprised
at me,
as I would
other times
and loves
avert my eyes.

Men do not cry,
so it is said
and it is true.
For you
there will be times
where
tears of shame,
or anger,
sadness
overflow
to signal that
all is not well.
My tears
come from the
deepest well
down,
near the bottom
of my soul.

They speak in whispers
as they blink
and see through bleary eyes
the picture that is you.

I love you
as you know
and may I tell you
that I love
those little tears,
just knowing
that they are
from YOU.