The first tear falls at visions of her angelic face...
the second tear streams at my yearning for her warm embrace...
The third tear runs as no surprise at my dreaming of her deep shadows of brown eyes...
the fourth tear came for no reason at all, except for the sound of her voice of goodbye..
the fifth tear just came rolling, for instead of a pillow it should be her im holding...
In my silent lucidity I realize, loving her was my ardent fear
and there just fell my sixth silent tear...
