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* Tears Of Rain

His love was a raindrop
In the lonely desert sand.
The place that once was me,
Setting me free,
To blossom once again.


His love, a single tear,
Which touched my parched lips.
Thus he nourished my soul,
Making me whole,
So our true love could reign.

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Comments (4)

Nice poem. Keep writing and sharing.
I enjoy the tender touch of this one as well as the beautiful image of the unfolding of a wonderful event. The images are well chosen for their contrast.
Thus he nourished my soul, Making me whole, So our true love could reign. ................... this deeply touched me. a lovely write indeed...
very emotional n romantic poem, irene.....i feel it touches the metephysicality also; am i correct, dear? ? ?