if only you'd let me
I would kiss away
the teardrops from your lashes
as if
by drinking your tears
I could swallow all your sorrows
and watch
the rainbow of your smile
decorate my world again
But words are things, and a small drop of ink falling like dew, upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think... ~Lord Byron
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