Sometimes I imagine teardrops,
Small crystals upon your cheeks.
I, poet, lover, would have to kiss
Each one away, the flavor of
Your passion, lingering
Upon my lips,
Filling me,
Forcing me,
To cry my tears,
In form of loving words,
Upon my lips.
For you to kiss them too.
- Donovan Baldwin
This helps me relive a specific tender moment that I keep warm always in my heart so I can remember... after pain can come love and forgiveness.