There’s beauty in sadness
He softly says
As he watches her cry:
The shiny trails of tears
Against her pale complexion,
Strings of pure crystalline
The quivering mouth of sorrow
Full with regret and hurtfulness,
Lines of lip in a darling dance
The eyes immersed in despair
Open up a channel to her soul,
Sweet as a storm of morning glories
The shoulders shiver with spite
Contractions move her entirety,
Freeing waves of blazing energy
She lets it happen
comforted in his presence,
a tragic outburst of delight.