I weep, and then I wipe my tears
And place them in your hand.
You hold a power that’s more vast
Than I can understand,
And yet those tears, so delicate,
Sparkle at your command.
You will not let me wallow in
A grief that kills the soul,
For you have called me by my name,
Your love is my parole,
And each tear that you hold for me
Reflects a perfect whole.
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