Tears

Tears

You take away tears

From his eye too

Surely he must have loved you

In the next life he will

I’m sure being waiting for you.

Grief is sad

But it must be overcome

The sooner the better

Fantastic work if you merit

What I have to say.

I am just a passerby poet

By the way

Along side the meadows of loneliness

Shines many a moment

Only if one knows

Where to search

Even during sad moments

Your grief hurts

No doubt but poets are few

Who have their selected clout?

You are one such poet

Of that there can be no doubt

That we all can see

May the very thought on your face

Bring some glee.