When you cry

I can't tell you why;

But I'd like to see you cry.

Not the tears of pain;

That scald like acid rain,

Even though they would give me leave;

to let you muffle them against my sleeve.

But tears of mirth, that make your eyes sparkle;

While you laugh, giggle, gasp and chuckle;

Or tears of born of overflowing emotions;

Caused by touching movie scenes of romantic notions.

Better yet tears of ecstasy, pleasure and shared bliss;

When soft and sensual you loose yourself to my kiss,

Equally moving are the tears you shed on my behalf;

when my pride keeps my eyes dry; and my pain I bluff.