Tears and Laughter: The Strength of a Woman

One of the lovely things approximately a woman

Is that she laughs with wet eyes even while crying,

A tender paradox, a mystic human,

A soul where joy and sorrow are undying.

In the soft shadows of her lashes’ sweep,

A universe of feeling softly gleams,

Her laughter and her tears together leap,

A seamless dance of two entwined streams.

Her heart, a garden where the rain does kiss

Each blooming petal, fragile yet so strong,

Her laughter, silver bells in twilight’s mist,

Her tears, the notes that craft a soulful song.

Through life's fierce storms and tranquil, gentle skies,

She holds the light, the warmth, the evening’s grace,

Her laughter woven through her tear-streaked eyes,

A portrait of resilience on her face.

In every tear a glimmer of the sun,

In every laugh, a hint of rain’s refrain,

A woman’s beauty lies in being one

With all emotions, pleasure, and the pain.

So when she laughs with wet eyes even crying,

Remember, it’s her strength that you’re descrying.