I stand with your face in my small hands.
Hurtful tears are streaming down your face.
I kiss them from your handsome cheeks.
Sadness doesn't suit your shinning eyes, love.
Your eyes, where our souls kiss.
I feel your despair beneath the
caress of my hands upon your skin.
My heart breaks for yours that is in such
pain for when you are cut, I bleed, love.
Like I'm bleeding now, openly.
In an effort to comfort you, I throw my arms
about your strong shoulders in an eternal embrace.
I look to the sky and see our pain
eased by the clouded side of the moon.
Our strength, a triumph unsung but witnessed
by the stars. You pull back with your hands
still protectively placed upon my meek shoulders.
Your gentle hands caress my slender face, and
once again our souls kiss as our eyes meet.
In comfort, we smile beneath the new, shining moon.
