She passed her words,
through fallen eyes.
Her voice of tears,
held no disguise.

He well received,
her words of pain.
He joined her,
in her sad domain.

His hand upon,
her face she felt.
A gentle touch,
as they knelt.

With his thumb,
he wiped her tear.
She comforted,
in having him near.

In his hand,
the back of her head.
Pulling closer,
her eyes of red.

His face sides hers,
in loving seek.
To have her tear,
upon his cheek.

To share with her,
as arms surround.
The tears that may not,
touch the ground.

For then are lost,
uncradled pains.
Unreturned,
sadness remains.

A feeling lost,
that could nurture her soul.
Instead leaving emptiness,
an emotionless hole.

He shares her tears,
together they grow.
He saves her soul,
in her tears that flow.

Quiet rescue,
no spoken word.
When the flesh listens,
to all that is heard.