How Could You Cry?

"Your tears distress me madam," I calmly said as she cried,
"Dear sir, you are mistaken, for I feel just fine," she calmly lied.
And her hand, I took in mine,
And gaze lovingly, I did, into her eyes.

"You realize, my dear, that I know you far too well,
To take such words with any sort of meaning,
Even more so, as I see your eyes streaming.
You are my light, and you are my soul,
Together we have become one whole,
So in your pain, I must share."

She wept,
With more vigor than before,
I pulled her close,
And set her head on my shoulder.
"Dear love, whatever it may be,
Is insignificant as long as together, are we.
For there is no pain in the world,
That the love between us cannot cure,
And that love, our true love, shall ever endure."

"Sweet, kind sir, however true that may be,
I fear you may never truly understand me.
For I cry simply because our pain IS shared,
And I cannot take it in whole; It is plainly unfair.
The love that I feel for you so incredibly strong,
And were under my control,
you would never feel any wrong."

"My beloved... Your words are so saccharine,
And it seems our feelings are more than in-line,
Yet I do not cry.
Do you happen to know why?"

And she looked up at me with such a light in her eyes,
But most importantly; the whimpering had met it's demise,
And I said to her, ever so gently,
"The only hurt I could ever feel,
The only thing to make this pain real,
Is to see you, as you are now!

How silly of us both,
To allow these feelings to become truth,
When together,
We shall, forever,
Stand strong.

How could you cry?"