Tears, oh tears, the instrument of love,
A symbol of passion, sent from above.
With every drop, a piece of our heart,
Is revealed, and our soul's deepest part.
In joy and in sorrow, they fall like rain,
Reflecting the depths of our emotional strain.
The tears of love, a mirror of our soul,
A window to the depths of our control.
They cleanse and heal, as they flow and stream,
A balm for the wounds of life's wild dream.
For in the ocean of love's pure grace,
Tears are the instrument of the human race.
Their beauty and power, we cannot deny,
For in tears, the heart's deepest secrets fly.
So let us embrace them, with open arms,
And let love's tears, our spirits disarm.
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