Flowers Of Love And Tears

Mourning Dew

Rain drops and tear drops,
Are nothing like dew drops.
The former bring sadness,
The latter brings happiness.

But none of these drops,
Brought sorrow to you.
You'd whisper over and over,
Of stories from when you were younger.

'One time at the beach', your story began,
'When the darkest of clouds covered the sun,
When winds blew hard and rain began,
I danced underneath, kicking the sand.'

'Another time', you started once again,
'Rain pouring down, waiting in the shed,
An acquaintance walked by, an umbrella overhead,
Would you like to share? The only thing you said.'

'Tears,' I stated, 'Can never be colored amber.'
You agreed and made me remember,
'Though I cried with tears of sorrow,
My love renewed with each tommorow.'

I would doubt your good intentions,
You would assure with one quotation,
'And those are with you,' he said without a doubt.
'And I do not regret, each and every drought.'

He kissed my head, so tenderly so lovingly,
Times like these, I remembered with melancholy.
Times in the rain, and the tears in the past,
Time that won't rewind, for either of us.

Now I walk alone in the rain,
Tears run down and flow like a chain.
Every time I think of these fluids,
I cannot help but feel angered and bullied.

I should begin again and start anew,
Because life will go on, with or without you.
Fate has decided, Destiny has acted,
But emotions I feel, I felt, and I'll feel, only I can completely stop.

Each and every morning, outside my own window,
Dew drops are scattered, all over the flowers.
They would disappear, as fast as they'd appear.
If dew drops are happiness, why am I in despair?

I would hate tear drops and most especially rain drops,
Because I would remember that I no longer have you.
And I would hate the morning dew,
Cause I would remember, I was mourning you.