Last Night

Last night I looked into the eyes of the woman I love and heard her cries.

As her tears welled they condensed on my heart

And just like watching a window pane, they streamed down my heart like rain.

Who is this woman and why does she cry?

My love, you never cease to puzzle and mystify.

But even if her tears, the ones that erode my heart, keep falling

My heart will keep calling

Out to her, the damage is done.

Looking at her now,

I have no where to run except straight into the storm

To find her among the ruins she's formed.

My heart bleeds her tears

And I can only love her.