The tears surround, Like oceans that are birthed From my growing eyes. They lift, Though pull back At the sight of the skies That cry ever greater streams To the tenderest dreams I once had of you. Why of pain, Does it need to rain? Why of this grief, I must remain in disbelief? We never touched In worlds apart, Like two devils scarred from their Hell, When Heaven never kissed us to begin A life upon its shoulders. We loved like life was a nothing, While eternity was everything.