Wide, sadness evident in them,
Lips trembling
As a red red rose in the wind
Light, clear crystals fell to the floor,
After the journey down
Soft, porcelain perfection
Oh to be the reason
For such beautiful tears
Oh to be the love lost
Though if I was,
I might never see those tears again
For my goal would be
Not for tears,
But for an equally beautiful smile
To cross that face..
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