May again twist your features,
For no tears
Can mold the rivers into shape.
I can love a thousand times more
Into your heart,
Though these arms will circumvent
Each feeling, that makes you.
Each tear, you cry off,
I shall catch.
I shall be the one to hold you,
In arms, that soothe your rain,
By love, that ends your pain.
Can come again
To lower the corners of your mouth.
I will raise you
Atop every precipice
To the most complete admiration
For what I have sculpted,
Of a woman, saturated in purest gold.
Letting your tears absorb
Into my clothing.
Letting you drown in me,
Waiting for the future
To take direction.