We have so much to learn from a fallen teardrop which is wiped away from our cheek…never to be felt again

She looked into the mirror, wiping the mascara that was running down her cheeks with her tears and she saw him standing behind her. With that smile he always had. She touched his reflection and turned around to hug him just to see no one there. She turned back around and looked at the mirror, there he was still standing with that smile. She fell on her knees and said in a feeble voice "come back".

may my touchalways...be tenderas i would strokemother's cheekswhen she cried.

your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.

She's absolutely beautiful. Her hope is beautiful. The smile on her face is beautiful. The tears streaming down her cheeks are beautiful.Herloveisbeautiful.

May the nights always be aglowwith the bliss of the daywith unharmed hands and feetand kissed cheeks.

I blink January’s lashesand gush down December’s cheeks