amor'

Droplets of tear-shaped diamonds fall from the sky.
A benign smile gracefully offered to parched lands.
A beautiful sight for the eyes and senses to behold.
Yet the heart does not partake the same luxury.
Sorrowful consciousness resides in the heart.
Of hopes longed to be fulfilled.
Of words longed to be made good of.
Yet the adamant heart refuses to yield.
To admit the grave fact that illusions exists.
The mind tells the heart to desist.
The heart rejects the pleas.
It believes love is the answer.
Love hurts, love heals.
The skies, my eyes.
The rain, my tears.
The sorrow and hurt my love.
The heals and hopes, my heart.