The Music of Tears

I need the tears; they make my feelings clean
I hate the tears; they burn my eyes with pain
I don’t know what the tears expect or mean
I only know they’re part of life’s refrain
The music comes, demands that I compose
Expectantly, the notes demand my time
My heart begins a rhythm no one knows
Too frequently my feelings end in rhyme
I wish I could make beauty nod her head
She’s been my muse; she’s helped me to create
Her approbation comes in streaks of red
Like sunset at the close of dappled fate
I cry too often for my heart to bear
My heart belongs to anyone who’ll care.

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