Waiting to roll down her beautiful cheeks,
To pass by her rosy lips,
caressing the skin glowing with heat.
It’s mistress was not the one to cry easily,
So most tears dried up waiting for their turn.
But this stubborn lone tear,
still waited for its ultimate destiny,
To end after flowing down from her almond eyes.
She was heart broken these days,
But yet refused to cry.
The forlorn lover hidden in her eyes,
Waited for the moment when it will moist her desert eyes,
To give her some respite …