As I saw a teardrop start to well
In the corner of your eye,
It stirred in me a passion.
And made me start to wonder why.
In a world of contradictions
It would seem so out of place,
That such a fine and lovely creature
Could have a teardrop on her face.
I would consider it a blessing
Given by our God above,
If I thought that one tear shed by you,
Was shed for me with love.
A warmth and kindness bestowed on me,
By one as wonderful as you
Is as a drop of moisture on an autumn flower,
Left by the morning dew.
That a single tear could possess the power
To move a man so much
Would define his need in the evening hour,
Of her warmth and gentle touch.
Then I knew I’d found the answer
As I wiped it from your eye.
In that fine yet fleeting moment,
I had seen an angel cry.
– Allen Penn
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