Tears

Weeping in the silent hours
Violent showers beyond my window
Pit a patter on the pane
Whispers in the silence
Unto thee no other name

Teardrops on my pillow
Border line my heart feels hollow
Sorrow filled with sadness
Amidst this thought of all my madness

Like the tears upon my window
Hollow hearted I have become
Within this darkest hour
Will you wait for me beside the tower?

Treasured one that I hold dear
Vested seed that I hold near
Warm these tears with your gentle touch
Such a heart is hard to find
Beside the brook, my loving friend

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