Infinite sadness in the night,
Tears well in her eyes.
Each droplet falls,
Like diamonds from the skies.
Every tear a dying star,
A measure of broken dreams.
Sauntering gently downwards,
In trails of stardust streams.
Every droplet from your eye,
Shed in love for he.
A sigh, a wisp, a breath,
Tear drops falling free.
Precious are the tears of love,
Liquid diamond drops.
She weeps now and then again,
Will ever the sadness stop?
Proseac: The inspiration came from the art piece that I came across while surfing the web. The original artpiece could be found at www.fullmoongraphics.com.
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