A teardrop is rich,
as many a feeling it contains.
It is telling the world, in your heart there is rain.
My tears were shed,
as in acute pain was I,
unable to bear anymore, I started to cry.
The departure of love,
drives you over the edge.
Reason departs, while fear enters your head.
Losing someone dear,
is never easy in life.
The loss is enormous, causing you many a strife.
Teardrops are precious,
as the pain draws away.
They restore your balance, and make you feel okay.
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