In silence, fall the tears of love,
Soft whispers from the skies above,
Each droplet tells a tale untold,
Of hearts once warm, now turning cold.

They glisten bright, like morning dew,
Reflecting dreams that never grew,
A broken vow, a fleeting glance,
The echo of a lost romance.

Yet still, they fall, these tender streams,
Carrying the weight of shattered dreams,
For love, once fierce, must sometimes weep,
In tears, its deepest truths we keep.

Though eyes may dry, and time may heal,
The tears for love forever feel.
© christian06030