Tears and Hope

Tears and Hope

I saw her in tears.

      My Dear sweet friend.

They streamed down her lovely face,

      in spite of herself.

Her dark hair was pulled back,

      so my gaze was unobscured,

      as tears flowed from moist cheeks to her neck,

      and her face trembled.

Sitting almost still,

      but not quite,

      hands and feet shaking.

Her heart is broken,

      that is, it is feeling.

Her Heart wants to love,

      it needs to love.

All her being is desire,

      her heart is thirst

      and her body is hunger.

She saw a boy.

      Beautiful and glorious to behold.

The sight captured what her heart desired,

      and so she dared to hope.

What does she feel in the dark night?

      The “other” side of expectation.

      She is one and she wants to be two –

Her heart speaks, and wants another heart to listen.

      Not only to listen, but to understand.

To understand her heart.

To understand her very self.

     She thought there was someone beautiful

     just for her,

     and before her eyes he is taken away.

But still – the dream remains

      I contend that it is not in vain.

She weeps because she deserves better,

      - her heart cries out for more.

      her hope is not in vain.

Such Beauty does not go unnoticed

      (though sometimes, this is an annoyance,

      more a hindrance than a help).

Her heart cries, it was made for love,

      to give, and also to receive.

This is why her heart weeps, it was made for love.

      though this also, is the reason why,

      her hope is not in vain.

Her heart, that was made for love,

     (and clearly then for nothing else)

     has a destiny,

     according to the purpose for which it is made.