Tears of love, born of my heart, ran like two rivers upon my face
As I looked at you sleeping on sheets of satin adorned
With bouquets and lace.

I remember all too well, what I had said to you just the night before.
How anger and resentment had quelled from inside.
You had said you were telling the truth,

But I had thought it to be a lie.
I recall rushing for the door, not wanting to hear
About you and him anymore.
I was lost in the hurt of my mind.

I wandered aimlessly in the moonless night, wanting to believe you,
Wanting things right.

Now here I stand gazing upon you asleep in the bed,
Wanting to tell you that I love you still.
But before I can speak, you open your eyes.
You lift your hand. You touch my cheek.
You brush away all those tears I cried.
You whisper to me, in that sweet voice of yours
Telling me that you love me still, and that you will always be mine.

J. Allen Wilson (C) 2002