Tender Tears

The soft tender woman I fell in love with Weeps on my shoulder at times I don’t know why, I don’t know for whom But her tears really can flow greatly I often ask her if she’s ok She responds bleakly with a “yeah” And I know her heart is in torment So I just hold her for as long as she wants And I massage her sensitive heart Knowing there is a lot of pain there I let her know how much I care By loving her completely with all my soul Russell Sivey