Your tears like ruby crystal
on a string in my hand.
I watch your alabaster smile,
looks down on me, sinner.
Your hazel eyes like music,
blue-rimmed face; kind, wise.
You are not angelic, yet more so.
I walk along with you,
the garden welcomes us both.
Freshly scented,
spring survivesmy heartfelt lonely despair.
You take my hand,
alive and giving,
my world is a kind word,
my heart is a child's reminiscence.
