Tears

Overflowing like the sparkling spring from acerbity, The emerald stones on the relieve peak Causing welling up like stormy waves, And breath taking halt, grunting Roar as the thundering drums reverberating; The window pout unfold a feature As when open wide, Spoilt by the joyful loudness of croaking; Grief lips drawn taut Drop spreading flow, Drop to wash the ripe Apple cheeky, drop And meandering through grooves and porous ream Obstacles of pendants and pillars; Conclusively arrived, making the jugular waterfall, Cascading into sea of tears. True, men do not weep That bespeaks Hercules vaunting ego, But, I thank you sir, Often they sob now or before Not for unfaithful heart breaks For loves aplenty, Not often loves for not excusing In passing by to greater beyond, But on lucrative dear deal that sore gone, On capital fretted away On good look in, But crash without remorseful pity The masculine effeminately swim in river of tears. Strokes of wipes to back from savage master The oppressive bully to hapless youth, Which draws livid reddish lines picture And rabid yell of agony on twisted mouth, When puerile little lad yelp Could be for appeasing breast But, definitely not for help, Could lustfully be warmth of mama’s arms, Things we’re n't aware but peradventure leg to arms Or nothing, whichever way, Their stubborn screaming suggest Ways of impuissant expressing unanswered request. Tears of gladness Moved to elevating joy, To see again long time lost love, Surely for ages and time agone Surprising hugs with all kisses, Dearest who aforethought cross beyond But now you are prospering.