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You ask me why my tears flow
Full, round, one falling upon the other
Strung together like translucent pearls
Drops of emotion filled with generosity
Yet errant, overwhelming, capricious
Cupped by moist eyes and begging
To be consoled by trembling hands
Or kissed by soft, compassionate lips
In a quivering voice I give you my answer
Life’s like a search of precious stones
Among the dull, nondescriptive pebbles
Strewn along our paths we find
Rare moments of pleasure and joy
Gleaming with the unmistakable intensity
Of diamonds that even retrospectively
Have density and endure the test of time
These are the only memories that count
What we experience here and now
These are the only moments we exist
The rest, my love, we merely live.
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