As
I look at your tear stained face, 
something from deep within
raises my hand, 
As
I
wipe your tears
spilling out of your big brown eyes, 
over your wet black lashes.
As
your tears roll
down your creamy brown cheeks, 
I 
hold you tighter
and
silently
beg you not to cry.                
Well penned. An empathic write. Keep them coming. +++10 Welcome dear poetess. Robert
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Patty, such a touching poem👍👍👍